As most of my readers know, I am still an undergraduate college student
studying Wildlife Management at SUNY Cobleskill (but my semester JUST
ended, and I only have 1 left!). I’ve always been an outdoorsy kid, and
loved animals, and gotten dirty, and been interested in macro level
biology. Since I started college back up in 2010 at Finger Lakes
Community College, I’ve been inundated by hunters, trappers,
fisher(wo)men, rednecks, hippies, tree-huggers, animal-lovers,
scientists, nerds (you name it!) as my classmates, friends, and
professors. These are labels, sometimes fair and sometimes not, used to
describe people in my “field” of work and study.
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My first time shooting a firearm: Remington 870,
at a moving target during my USFWS orientation in Alaska.
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What do
I identify with?
I’m a young woman who has never hunted, brought up almost in an
anti-hunting home, fished when made to, had every pet imaginable, went
camping every summer, never wore shoes in the summer… I’m not a
“hippie”, I’m not a “redneck”, I’m kind of a blend I think.
This entry isn’t meant to be about labels and categorizing those I
learn, work, and play with… but lately I’ve been thinking about “who” I
am in this field. Initially, the thought of working with wildlife
sounded AWESOME because who doesn’t want to hold a bear cub?
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Holding a black bear cub at a
DEC-chaperoned den visit.
Almond, NY (March 2013).
Photo credit: Alicia Walker
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That was a dream come true earlier this year. Who doesn’t want to work
outdoors (well, only if the weather is fair) and see beautiful
landscapes, smell pine-scented air, and get a tan? I’ve learned since
beginning my studies, that these things don’t always occur. And
sometimes you’re picking up deer poop and putting it into hundreds of
vials in a freezing rain storm, so that the DNA can be examined. And
sometimes after a particularly fun night out, you have to stand on a
boat the whole next day tracking fish. And sometimes, you have to learn
how to “sex” geese, and they bite you in rude places and poop in your
face!
It ain’t all glamorous and photo-worthy, but I really do enjoy living
and working in this field of wildlife management and conservation.
So back to hunting: I am in the Wildlife Management degree program,
and I’m interning at the DEC within the Game Management Unit. We talk A
LOT about hunting for deer, turkey, bear, ducks, geese, rabbits,
squirrels, grouse, you name it. My friends disappear into the woods
around mid-November, and reappear mid-December bearded, and happy
because their freezers are full of wild game. Hunting is not just a
hobby or sport, it’s a way to actively participate in wildlife
management, and to provide good, wholesome protein to your family.
I’ve also been very queasy about blood and gore. Maybe that’s why I
always put hunting out of my mind as a hobby to get into. The thought of
watching an animal die, almost literally feels like heartache. But, I
must stop myself, and stop allowing myself to consider every animal to
be my pet bunny, kitty, or puppy. These are wild animals, that live
rough lives of hunger, sometimes starvation, sickness, competition, and
fear. Our species is spreading to every reach of this planet, and in
turn are displacing whatever wild being lived there first, which we now
refer to as a “nuisance”. We have removed all apex predators from the
northeast. Long gone are mountain lions and wolves. So, who controls the
deer herd now?
Did you know that if you purchase a NYS fishing or hunting license,
firearms, ammo, hunting gear, etc…a portion of that (called the
Pittman–Robertson Federal Aid in Wildlife Restoration Act (11% tax)),
comes back to the state which helps provide resources to the state for
wildlife management efforts? In a way, hunters are paying the salaries
of those of us tasked with making decisions about wildlife. As a state,
we “own” our wildlife, which goes back to how land was ruled and
governed in our Mother Land, England. What’s on this land, is ours!
Which is ironic, because early colonists left and revolted against
England to get away from that way of thinking, yet here we are hundreds
of years later, still “owning” the wildlife.
I read Aldo Leopold’s “A Sand County Almanac” as a freshman at FLCC.
Leopold introduced new ways of thinking about the land and it’s
resources, including wildlife. All of these things aren’t here for us to
just kill, mine, burn, cut, harvest, and eat at will. We must define
our personal land ethic, and strive to CONSERVE and PRESERVE, or there
will not be any wild
anything left for our children. Leopold wrote of a wolf hunt trip he was on (to eradicate all large predators):
“We reached the old wolf in time to watch a fierce green fire
dying in her eyes. I realized then, and have known ever since, that
there was something new to me in those eyes – something known only to
her and to the mountain. I was young then, and full of trigger-itch; I
thought that because fewer wolves meant more deer, that no wolves would
mean hunters’ paradise. But after seeing the green fire die, I sensed
that neither the wolf nor the mountain agreed with such a view.”
This is a very emotional passage for me. Could I watch an animal die?
Could I be responsible for the death of another living being? I may be
criticized for being too sensitive or emotional, OR criticized for even
considering hunting at all. The fact is, human beings are omnivorous
beings, created by whomever with teeth and dietary needs for protein
best derived from animal flesh. If I hunt, it won’t be for a huge buck.
It will be for meat, and so that I can participate in the circle of
life. Hamburger doesn’t come from Price Chopper or Wegmans or Hannafords. It comes from an
animal, likely who had lived a not-so-pleasant life, unless I splurge
and by free-range, grass-fed beef/chicken/pork. But, I’m a college
student.
If I buy a steak, it’s the cheapest cut. I
rarely eat red meat (unless it’s venison given to me by a
hunter-friend!) because it’s so expensive. I respect your choice to be
vegetarian or vegan, please respect mine to eat and ENJOY meat, and to
want to understand the whole process of harvest.
Coming up, a review of deer hunting this past bow and regular season!
I have great picture submissions from around New York State.