I’ve been hunting my whole life. I started with rabbits in the Mojave desert and my dad. Eventually, he taught me how to hunt quail and deer as well. Since then, I’ve hunted pheasant (which I would like to try again in Montana), dove and ducks.
Since the early 90s, there has been a push in the sportsman world to make hunting “more accessible” to women, (whatever that means) and there is no reason to try to hash out all the red-pill oriented ways of approaching this. Not the point of this post. Suffice it say, I am not a fan of the “sassy-girl-who-wears-pink-cammo-and-can-shoot-better-and-keep-up-with-the-boys” lameness. I am not a “conservative” dad with a “bad ass” daughter who you can’t handle. We reject this whole-heartedly.
However, my daughter, now 8, has for the first time in the lead up to deer hunting season (30SEP for archery here in Texas) asked me if she could sit with me in the stand. Truthfully, I was not prepared for this question, because it just never occurred to me. All this time, I have been waiting for my boys to get old enough and out of nowhere, she asks the question.
She has seen death around the farm. Its kind of part of the deal. I think she wants to be present for this part of the process of obtaining deer meat for reasons she can’t really articulate. And I think I am OK with that.
When I was a kid though, hunting was something me, my dad, my brothers, our male friends and uncles did. The women were never invited, nor did they even ask. We would be gone for several days, sitting around the campfire at night, talking about things in the way men only do when women aren’t around. It was a sacred space during an age where those spaces were getting smaller and smaller. And as we know, they are all gone now.
There has been some discussion recently in the manosphere re: what about the women on the frontier when the men weren’t around?
Got it. And this is probably the main reason I am entertaining this.
One of the very few shows we watch around here is “Alaska: The Last Frontier,” which is a “reality” show following an extended family of homesteaders living from season to season, for the most part off the land. It is basically my “heaven” to be honest. One of them, Atz Lee has recently been injured in a fall while hiking and cannot hunt–a necessity for their livilhood. So, his wife has been doing the hunting with a family friend.
The wife, Jane is clearly not as seasoned of a hunter, but she is out there doing it, with help. She does not appear to be trying to one-up her husband or invade the sacred space I mentioned. She speaks quite frankly about Atz Lees superior hunting, tracking and marksmanship. But if she doesn’t hunt, they don’t eat.
What say you, dads?