I know that for many people the thought of hunting for anything besides your car keys is more than you can handle. Growing up in the South, I was raised on the cycle of hunting seasons. It's just a natural occurrence in my life. My father is a hunter, my brothers are hunters, and now my children have followed in their footsteps too. Oh stop your bitching and moaning about how "unethical" hunting is - my son is a true steward of the earth. He is the least gun-tote'n-kill-for-the-sake-of-killing hunter you'll ever meet. He has hours of gun safety under his belt, appreciates hunting guidelines, and completely respects mother nature and all of her bounty.

This weekend was opening Teal season. My son (Cullen) and some other family members went on their annual hunt. The thought of seeing your son on the prowl, gun in hand may cause many moms to cringe. Not me. What makes me cringe is kids who have no understanding of where their food comes from. No understanding of the food chain and how mother nature provides our food, NOT McDonald's. Obviously I don't have enough time, energy, or care to even attempt to "convert" the tofu-eating, flour-throwing vegans and PETA patrons to my side of thinking - and I wouldn't want to. I don't care how you choose to live, eat, or dress. But, I'll admit it would be funny to see you all move to the country and watch as you try to grow a garden for your veggie burger without having to aim a gun at a couple of hungry squirrels...