I Used to Be an Anti-Hunter. Now I Take My Daughter Hunting with Me

I Used to Be an Anti-Hunter. Now I Take My Daughter Hunting with Me

MY FIRST IMPRESSION of hunting was watching maggots crawl out of a small buck’s eyes as he lay in a friend’s backyard in central Wyoming. I couldn’t have been more than 3 or 4 years old. That night, as we ate venison tacos, I tucked most of the meat away in a napkin to throw out later. My family didn’t hunt, and it wasn’t something I understood. Even after college, when my boyfriend told me over instant chat that he’d shot a deer, I called him a…