As I trudge joyfully through building, blowing, beautiful snowdrifts back to my little Michigan log cabin, my sense of giving thanks could not be more clear or powerful. My pure, natural hands-on participation in God’s miraculous creation as a hunter/gatherer of His precious gifts of life-giving, renewable resources forces me to admit once again that Thanksgiving is indeed the proper celebration of the annual, natural harvest.
The magnificent whitetail deer I drag behind me may very well represent the most perfect example of this important holiday.
As an American, I have so much to be thankful for: freedom, liberty, choice, guaranteed individual rights, private property ownership, the American Dream of being compensated based on work ethic, sacrifice, persistence, cleverness, talent and simply being the very best that we can be.
I will never take for granted those things that provide me glowing quality of life, and I thank God every day for my health, my family and friends, my fellow Americans, my thermostat, hot and cold running water, plumbing, my roof, warm clothes, cool trucks, the hardworking farmers and ranchers that grow and deliver an endless flow of good food, the hardworking entrepreneurs that provide every service one could ever want or need and, of course, for the abundant renewable wildlife resources that feed my family and hundreds of millions of people around the world.
On many millions of Thanksgiving dinner tables across America, families and friends sit down to delicious, healthy, organic meals of big and small game we have bagged and processed this hunting season.
We join hands and give thanks as we dine on haunch of venison, wild turkey, ducks, geese, pheasant, quail, grouse, dove, woodcock, snipe, squirrel, rabbit, pronghorn, elk, moose, bear, cougar, wild hogs, gator and fish of every description, knowing that our feasts are the best available anywhere.
We salute and thank those great American farming and ranching families that produce the food that feeds the whole world, but those of us who hunt and fish and trap feel a deep and personal connection to the critters and the good mother earth that sustain us.
There is no question that the serious effort we put into killing our own food makes us appreciate it that much more, and without a doubt makes it all taste much better!
The first official Thanksgiving Day was celebrated on June 29, 1676, in Charlestown, Massachusetts, just across the Charles River from Boston.
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