Hunting tradition unifying force

I’ve been looking within for answers to a question that’s pertinent to fewer and fewer people.

Why do I hunt? It’s a bit late in life for self-reflection on an activity that has driven much of my spare time in fall, the most beautiful of seasons. The last couple weeks have been spectacular with fiery canopies lit by bright sunshine. Toss in jacket less attire, and even the political entree of the day won’t coerce my body to sit lifeless in front of a television.

But why hunt? The Campbells at our stage in life do not lack for food, hobbies or projects needing attention before winter sets in.