I worked with a young man just out of highschool.
Great kid, farm raised, smart, and a hard worker.
He hunted, quite a bit.
What I didn't get, is all the tender meat he let walk on by as he waited for a trophy buck!
It seems that the process was as enjoyable as the outcome.
He loved being there in the woods, like others like being on a lake, rod in hand.
I don't hunt, but if I did I think meat would be my goal, followed by hide, sinew, bone and antlers.
On the other hand, I grow food plants almost exclusively, but I am NOT careful about harvesting the bounty, so maybe I am not so different.
I love digging beds, and planting, as much as harvesting.
I spend hours looking at my
yard, thinking about my next tree, bush, or
compost pile.
If there is a cure for these fevers, I don't think I want it.
Let us die, not of our feverish obsessions, but with them still intact, uncured and raging till the end.