i (almost) went hunting

on Wednesdays we wear camo

This is the first post in a sporadic multi-part series on hunting culture.

Like any diligent writer, I’d just about sell my first-born for a good story. That’s how I ended up at a shooting range in rural Massachusetts learning how to hunt deer.

If humans evolved from hunter-gatherers, my prehistoric ancestors would be disappointed. The only thing I gath…