To the Journal editor:
I remember those days (hunting season), very well. My father, along with many of his friends, got their rifles ready, their old hunting clothes out and off they went before dawn on opening day of the deer hunting season. Excitement filled the air.
Hopefully there would be some fresh snowfall so that at least there would be some good tracking as that was about the only advantage those hunters had along with good hearing and a good pair of eyes. Of course, that made deer hunting a good sport. The hunter a good sportsman, gave the hunted a fair chance and the hunter his expertise to brag about after he bagged his buck.
Not always, but often, my dad got his deer. He dragged it home, dressed it out, butchered it himself and there was very little wasted. I didn't care for venison but the rest of our family did and it certainly helped the budget.
Back in the 1930s and 1940s, wages were much smaller, budgets were much tighter and people in general knew how to make do, do without and create their own good times. Those days however, were the good old days. The reality is that times change, customs change, reasons for doing things and the way we do them change.
Some of these changes are for the better of both man and beast. Hunting today has been scientifically researched and honed to the fine art of feeding stations, tree blinds and bottled female hormones.
Somehow though, the sporting stories of bagging the bucks don't seem nearly as interesting or as exciting.