It's been a long day, so I turn on the TV, to catch up on the latest news of the day. News Flash, kids found murdered in Atlanta, suspect still at large. Disgusted, I turn the station and catch the very end of another breaking story. Kid found raped, mom and dad are charged, stay tuned for further updates. I turn the TV off, and figure I'll just read the paper, time to relax anyway. I find the paper, and on the first page it reads: Employee snaps, kills two and then himself. Turning the page, I find an ad: Thousands of kids are starving, make a donation today… I put the paper down and think to myself. Why would someone want to do such a thing? What would drive a person to want to harm a little kid? What can the next guy, or I do about it? Do I really want to know? As I think about this all, I begin to wish I were hunting. Hunting is so much more pleasant, no worries, no problems, just me and the woodland creatures. Watching the squirrels playing, watching a bird drinking water, left by the morning dew, on a cup-like cater in a leaf. And then I realize why hunting is so important to me. I don't go to the woods with the hope of killing or with the intent of injuring something; I go to escape all of it.

Delton