I grew up duck hunting in Northern California. And even back then—mostly in the 70s—it was exactly that: hunting. There wasn’t a lot of killing going on. Places like Grizzly Island and Los Banos looked the part; there just weren’t that many birds. The reasons for that are varied and concerning, but, at the time, I didn’t know any differently.
I enjoyed the article. I’d add that sourcing my animal protein from wild harvest decoupled me from industrial agriculture and helped finance state fish and game conservation
I enjoyed the article. I’d add that sourcing my animal protein from wild harvest decoupled me from industrial agriculture and helped finance state fish and game conservation
Level-headed analysis. Love it!
This is the kind of wise, dispassionate logic we need more of these days
Love the clear-eyed logic.
Would you eat a swan if you shot it?
tastes like chicken
Poignant memories flooded my mind as I read this. Great job!
Beautifully written article Adam. I always enjoy reading your well reasoned essays.