I dress like a girl and act like a girl, for the most part. I’ve been a tomboy my whole life and now I’m just a little more reformed. It took me until I was about 18 to start wearing makeup and dressing more like a girl. I love sports, camping, hunting, skydiving, construction, snowboarding, hiking, pit bulls, big trucks, cars, stereos, dirty jokes, and many other things that boys like. Hunting is one of my activities that gets the most reactions, some good and some bad.
I love the adrenaline rush you get when you pull the trigger on the big animal you have in your scope. The relaxed breathing and total concentration when you exhale halfway and BAM. The intensity make a clean kill that much better. I’m a good shot and I’m proud that all my big kills are just 1 bullet. I practice a lot to make sure of that. I think I would be a little sad if I didn’t kill it on the first try, and ran up to a wounded animal. I would take it out of its misery though.
The looks I get out hunting with the boys and how people judge me is quite entertaining. My dad was so proud of me when I killed my first buck and then again with my trophy size antelope – 80 pts! One shot from over 250 yards away. Bringing the antelope back into town was a great way to make about 50 grown men jealous. I was pleased that my dad was proud, and that I succeed in doing something my family and I love. I didn’t let my boyfriend, girl friends or vegetarian friends talk me out of it. I listened to their views but I have my own. Hunting has been passed down in my family for years which normally just included the boys. I took the initiative and told my dad I wanted to hunt which he was excited to teach me some tricks of the trade. I’ve always thought being a boy was better, but now that I learned I can do almost everything a boy does, look like a girl, and enjoy the best of both worlds.
I’m sad that I didn’t pull any tags this year so it’s only birds for me this season. That just means that I’ll get more practice and more points in for next years big game lottery. Until then I will dream of taking out Bambi’s daddy as other girls cry because he’s dead :)