I have conflicting feelings about hunting.
I'm sure it was quite the shock a year ago, when we put up my husband's first trophy deer head in the entry foyer of my European looking house. I don't think anyone believed that I actually liked it and was the one who suggested it go there. I got some pretty wild reactions.
I'm not a fan of hunting for sport or for a rack. But I am okay with the hunt for a purpose.
There are purposes.
I have enjoyed an elk dog or two in my lifetime. Even on the occasion when we have chosen to not keep the meat, we have always donated it.
I am not a fan of killing animals. Conflicting.
For the last few years Boyd has gone elk hunting with friends only he hasn't actually been able to get his own elk as he didn't have a tag. He usually was along for the ride and to take pictures. This year, he got a tag.
After spending a week, tracking the elk he wanted, on the 7th day he took the shot.
What is it with hunting that can put a grin on a man's face unlike any other way? No really. Can someone please explain it to me? I'd like to know how I never see this look of pure happiness unless there is carnage around.
When I find a place to put this rack, I will do it....even if it's in a garage.
You see...confliction...going on.
I'll show you what puts a grin on my face though...
Can I get away with framing this and hanging it next to my turquoise antlers?
Tell me...is confliction a word? Cause I think I have it.