I have been a lover of hunting since the age of 12. This was the year my dad first let me go out on my own to hunt. A poor family we were, and the squirrels, rabbits, and partridges became my contribution to the pot on the old wood stove for this family of seven. I love to hunt, and I always have, but my love for animals goes beyond what the non-hunter can understand.
His name was Gemini. The horse, in Fort Devens, MA, that nobody would ride...so they said. I saw Gemini and I fell in love with the horse I wished was my own. On the weekends when I wasn't schooling in my morse code career in the army, I found myself at the stables. My love for horses........unknown to all that knew me.... I had to go see my horses. No...they weren't mine, but I called them mine. It felt good. I chose him, because he was the underdog at the stables. When I saw the stable boy hollering at "my" horse, I approached him.
"Why are you upset with this horse?"
"Nobody rides him. He nips. He bites. I hate that horse.:" These words from this young fool, I will never forget.
"Saddle him up. I love this horse. His spirit is fantastic!"
"You are an idiot."
"You hate this beautiful animal, and you call me an idiot?"
I rode Gemini through the trails around the Fort. When I was finished the ride and dismounted "my" horse I put my arms around his powerful neck. "You are my favorite horse. I will never forget you."..................................and I never have!
Why the wolves? Why do I love them? I sponsored a wolf named Savik for two years through the "Save a wolf" foundation. They have a beauty that knows no boundaries. They have a pride unmatched by anything else on this planet.
I was sitting on my favorite deer runway and a coyote came into view. I put my cross hairs on his shoulder. ..........I was thirty years old. I had been a hunter for eighteen years. I stared through the tube that magnified this beautiful animal. I let my thumb push the safety forward. My rifle was ready to fire. Here in Vermont, there is no closed season on these coyotes that have become such a menace. They hunt down the deer, chew the hind quarters away while the deer is suffering in agony....they deserve to die........Or so I am told. My thumb finds the safety and pulls it back to the safe position. My finger leaves the trigger of the rifle. This coyote looks too much like a wolf. I cannot squeeze the trigger.I love my wolves.
I have been a life member of the North American Hunting Club since 1995. There is nothing wrong with hunting. But, there is also nothing wrong with "not hunting." Respect nature! Hold the animals in your heart. If you take....be sure to eat. If you do not eat, then you have no right to hunt.
The hunter that loves animals, is the man that has my respect. The hunter that hates animals, is not a hunter. He is not a man. The hunter that hunts just to kill, is not a person I will ever respect. He is not a person who should own a gun. Please...respect the animals.
Savik, and Gemini...I miss you both. You are both most likely gone now, but you taught me so much. Savik, your pride and your beauty go beyond anything I can remember. Gemini, your spirit lives on within me. Thank you for those rides. I miss you my friend.