ground. A pool of blood soon surrounds the deer. The once beautiful
untouched forest is now scathed. How could I have done this, destroyed
nature’s beauty and her creatures? Some say that hunting is part of the
ritual of being a man. I thought how could this be true? I often thought
to myself how can it be mans purpose to destroy.
The only reason man should kill is to survive, not for sport. I dragged
the deer back to camp my head hung in shame leaving a trail of the fresh
kill’s blood behind me, further touching the once untouchable beauty of
the forest. The beauty of nature is that it always finds a way to heal its
wounds and so the next morning it would look perfect once again, but I’ll
never forget about how easily its beauty can damaged. Since then I have
never killed an animal for mere fun. Instead I now take peaceful walks
through the forest enjoying its magnificence and I embrace the cold winter’s grasp.
Photo by: Emily Soley