“Each wants nourishment from their surrounding lands,” writes Chuck Terhark. “And each has much to gain from the other: The locavore needs the hunter’s age-old craft wisdom; the hunter covets the locavore’s popularity and book sales.”
Terhark does a fine job of explaining the initial discomfort that hunting inspires among fancy city folk, and setting that up against the greater horror of the modern industrialized food distribution network:
“Increasingly the alternatives are harder to think about: factory farms that never allow their animals to see sunlight or grass; mountains of manure poisoning the watershed; the average meal guzzling 1,500 miles worth of fuel in transit to your mouth; a deer population so unmanaged that a stray doe recently happened into the lions’ den at the National Zoo in Washington DC (not to mention the pair seen wandering Nicollet Mall this summer).”
If you’ve ever bagged a deer or pheasant or calculated food miles before deciding what to order it’s an essay worth pondering.