A major moment in my life was when I shot my first deer, not because I was finally a man or any nonsense like that. It was because of the shock I felt at the magnitude of what I had done. There had been a living, breathing, warm creature only a few moments earlier, and I had ended its life. I think in that moment I gained true respect for life. I don't think anyone who has experienced this can ever look at death the same way again. When I hear about all the disrespect for life that occurs in the world, it scares me. I think, What if everyone had had my experienceÂ¿Â¿Â¿would it still be like that? When a person takes a deer, he has put in time and effort, and he is harvesting an animal. There is a distinct purpose to what one is doing and how the animal is used. It is a process that has been going on as long as there have been animals and bigger animals. And it is a process that will continue to go on as long as life exists.