My family and I had the chance to do a little pro-hunting activism this week.
It was our turn to deliver a meal to a family in our parish who is dealing with a medical crisis. The parents are busy at the hospital with one of their children and we have been feeding the other two.
I did my best venison pot roast. One beef boulon cube, carrots, yellow onions, potatoes, and the round roast of a fat doe. Place in the crock pot, cover with water and cook on low for 8-10 hours. The meat was melt in your mouth tender by the time I placed it in the serving dish and covered it with the veggies.
When we dropped it off the oldest son, Rob, was there to accept it. He is a great kid. National Honor Socoiety, Drum Major and Homecoming King. He is the product of a great family and is well respected by all the kids at school and church. The only thing is, they are a non-hunting family. Not anti-hunting, just non-hunting. So we just smiled, told him to enjoy the meal and left without another word.
Well I ran into Rob this evening. I was picking up my daughter from religous ed. and he was walking with a group of friends. I asked him if he enjoyed the roast. His eyes lit up and he said, "Oh! It was awesome!" So I winked and told him it was a deer. He and his pals stopped for a moment, then Rob said "...Cool!"
I'll never have my own show or be considered a giant in the hunting movement but I really felt good about winning a few hearts and minds. We can save hunting by winning small battles.