{"id":7784,"date":"2010-07-13T12:22:31","date_gmt":"2010-07-13T17:22:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.sustainablog.org\/?p=7784"},"modified":"2010-07-13T12:22:31","modified_gmt":"2010-07-13T17:22:31","slug":"hunting-books-hunters-confession-david-carpenter","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sustainablog.org\/articles\/hunting-books-hunters-confession-david-carpenter\/","title":{"rendered":"Book Review: A Hunter’s Confession, by David Carpenter"},"content":{"rendered":"
Author\u2019s Note: A free review copy of this book was provided to me by the publisher, Greystone Books<\/a><\/em>. Like all of their titles, the book was printed on acid-free, 100% post-consumer recycled paper without chlorine.<\/em><\/p>\n To be perfectly candid and transparent, I must start this review by saying I am wholeheartedly opposed to hunting, for a variety of reasons. I have discussed in previous posts the ways in which hunters \u201ctrash\u201d the environment<\/a>, but I have also explored some of the ways they help to preserve it<\/a>. Nonetheless, I have no love for hunting. Perhaps it was, as a young child, seeing my father\u2019s friends dress a buck in the back of their pickup truck, in our driveway, that turned me off to hunting animals for any reason (food, goods, sport). More likely, it is my lifelong love of and respect for all animals and repugnance for the taking of life.<\/p>\n So it was with great interest that I read David Carpenter\u2019s A Hunter\u2019s Confession<\/em>, which wears its ambivalence to hunting on its sleeve on all levels. Carpenter, an English professor and writer of fiction and non-fiction, tries his hand at memoir-cum-confessional-cum-apologia in this book, tackling the long history of hunting and the love-hate relationship we have with it. Through recounting his own story of hunting and the moral qualms he felt in his pursuit of it, Carpenter seeks \u201cto narrow the gap between those who did and those who didn\u2019t, between those who speak well of hunters and those who disapprove of them. You might say I have one boot in the hunter\u2019s camp and a Birkenstock<\/a>* in the camp of the nonbeliever\u201d (3).<\/p>\n As life-story and expose, A Hunter\u2019s Confession<\/em> begins with Carpenter\u2019s first experiences of the tradition, which played such a key role in family bonding in his Canadian home. \u201cBlasting away at unsuspecting wildlife,\u201d he explains, \u201cwas almost the only ritual a father and son performed together. And we loved it\u201d (13). We see him learning the trade and thrilling with the high-adrenaline adventure of pursuing wild creatures–and blasting, blasting away.<\/p>\n The second chapter, \u201cSkulking Through the Bushes,\u201d moves from personal history to human history and the evolution of hunting in our species. Whereas we began as wandering gatherers of fruits, nuts, tubers, and grasses, eventually we learned to scavenge carrion in the wild and, with the development of tools several million years ago, to hunt living animals. As always, though, Carpenter is keenly interested in the moral implications that hunting and its history have for us. These coincide with the practical implications as well, specifically the consequences hunting (or lack thereof) can have on the environment.<\/p>\n To this effect, he quotes approvingly the great American conservationist and hunter Aldo Leopold. Leopold argued that hunting has three benefits: it \u201creminds us of our distinctive national origins and evolution\u201d (i.e., as hunter-gatherers), it reminds us of \u201cour dependency on the soil-plant-animal-man food chain,\u201d and it teaches us self-control and fair play in the ethical restraints of \u201csportsmanship\u201d (55).<\/p>\n While Carpenter makes a case for hunting\u2019s benefits for human eco-consciousness, he also recognizes how the sport\u2019s history is a divided one, between subsistence and sport (i.e., pleasure) hunting. That division seems to play out in him as well, which we see most clearly and poignantly in \u201cThe Dawning of Ambivalence\u201d (chapter 4). Carpenter tackles his own ambivalence while recounting our cultural ambivalence towards hunting, including ideas of total human \u201cdominion\u201d over the Earth to the ways that various famous hunters (Theodore Roosevelt, Ernest Hemingway, William Faulkner, and others) either straddled the moral fence or jumped onto one side of it.<\/p>\n Yet here, perhaps, we see most clearly Carpenter\u2019s condemnation of that speciesistic claim that humans have free reign over the natural world and can use it, and its inhabitant, with wanton selfishness–what he calls a sense of \u201cheartless entitlement\u201d (80). In one beautiful paragraph, Carpenter makes plain the progression of this basic self-granted entitlement from large to small, ancient to modern:<\/p>\n \u201cWhat happens when we come to believe that animals are subjects of our dominion, merely there for our needs and not there in and for themselves, cohabitants of the planet, so to speak, is that we objectify them without the tiniest regret. Instead of prairies and forests, we end up with industrial space in which wild flora are labeled weeds<\/em>. And the wild animals become targets. Who could possibly lament the destruction of a mere target?\u201d (81)<\/p>\n Still, Carpenter plunges into the wild with his gun and his camouflage, as do millions of others like him. Meanwhile, cultural feelings shift in the 1960s and after, with a new dawning of moral consciousness and respect for animals in the counter-culture of the time. Suddenly, the idea of hunting and the image of the shaggy hunter become anachronistic, \u201cthrowbacks\u201d (the title of chapter 5) to a \u201cprimitive\u201d era.<\/p>\n Somewhat surprisingly, though, this portion of Carpenter\u2019s memoir are just as much about how he rediscovered hunting with a few college friends and, in the process, became more engaged with life. It is a rather interesting paradox, how he steps into the hunting camp while so much of society dons the Birkenstocks of the other side.<\/p>\n An equally interesting chapter on women hunters follows this in \u201cThe Return of Aremis.\u201d Here, Carpenter introduces us to several women hunters in Canada, including a mother-daughter team. A key part of this (not surprisingly) is the contrasts between the how and why of male and female hunters. The end result is a picture of women hunters as less adrenaline junkies than instinctual providers and protectors of the family welfare.<\/p>\n While the women\u2019s explanations (and rationalizations) of their hunting are intriguing, I found them no less convincing than any other arguments for hunting. For example, one woman (the daughter of the mother-daughter team) asserts that \u201cI don\u2019t like to kill per se<\/em>; I respect the animals, but I\u2019m hunting for food, and I\u2019m not going to wait around for the deer to die of old age\u201d (134). That is all well and good, but it does not touch on the fact that the hunting and killing is all done by choice; there would be plenty of other options that did not involve killing, even some of which still used animals in some way.<\/p>\n But Carpenter\u2019s point here is to emphasize the difference between pleasure seeking and subsistence, and in turn between arrogance and reverence. The contrast is emphasized even more strongly in chapter 7, \u201cThe Last Great Hunter,\u201d where Carpenter and friends go in search of a legendary woodsmen named Jojo Mitewin. This elusive aboriginal hunter serves as the foil for many of the modern hunters Carpenter encounters, who kill animals simply for the thrill of it rather than because they have to, and without the slightest bit of respect. Jojo\u2019s refusal to reveal himself–save in a rather eerie moment when Carpenter just might come face to face with him–shows the disdain indigenous hunters have for the moderns, who are more inclined to shoot prey with high-powered rifles from the safety of vehicles than to go skulking through the bushes.<\/p>\nA-Hunting He Will Go<\/h2>\n
The Thrill and the Agony of the Hunt<\/h2>\n
Hunters and Hippies<\/h2>\n
Killing What You Love<\/h2>\n