My name is Curtis and I love to hunt.
Actually I love everything the outdoors provides: fishing, hiking, climbing, skiing…everything. But mostly I love hunting.
I grew up in the midwest, Missouri specifically, and my father taught me how to hunt. He also taught me to respect nature and to eat what you harvest. I’m not a trophy hunter. I get just as excited as the next person to see horns, but it’s simply a bonus to the overall experience.
I’ve recently married a wonderful woman who is completely in support of my hunting adventures. As it turns out she’s also an amazing cook and can do things with wild game that Emeril could only dream of.
I’m 37 years old and I’ve moved around a lot throughout my adult life, oftentimes to places that don’t provide much hunting. But that one time each year I go back to Missouri to hunt with my father and brother, is by far my favorite time of year.
This past year I moved permanently to Colorado. It’s a whole new world of hunting here, that’s for sure. To be honest, I really don’t know quite what I’m doing. I have a couple of hunting friends here, but they’re as much a Colorado hunting virgin as I am. So it should be quite the adventure as I figure this whole thing out, season by season, sharing all of my victories and failures with you.
I’ve always had to defend hunting to all of my non-hunting friends. It’s a tiresome argument because neither of us will ever convince the other that their way is correct. I don’t understand why someone wouldn’t want to hunt, or at least appreciate hunting. And they don’t understand why I would want to kill a cute cuddly animal.
There is so much more to hunting than killing. In fact, knowing that I took a life is oftentimes very difficult. But I would rather have that bittersweet feeling than to pretend that the cellophane packaged meat you’re buying at the grocery store for $8.99 per pound wasn’t also a living creature. I personally prefer eating fresh organic wild game to buying domesticated slaughtered meat from the store; and for that reason the kill is a necessary conclusion.
Beyond the meat, hunting is about being one with nature. To be the first noise made in the woods on a quiet Fall morning. To spend time with my father and my brother and my friends. It’s about connecting to the wild, it’s about connecting to food, and it’s about connecting to our history. It’s the anticipation, the preparation, the skill, the luck, the stories. I love everything about hunting.
Because of hunting, I am a more well rounded person with a deep respect for the natural world. Many of my personal values were learned from my father through our hunting experiences and I become a better person every year due to my time in the woods and field.
I sincerely hope you enjoy the stories on this website as much as I enjoy creating them.