GQ’s Rosecrans Baldwin felt the urge to reconnect with the great outdoors and learn to hunt. He had a long-standing offer, from an uncle in Montana with a propensity for “hunting the shit out of things,” to host him for a weeklong crash course. He took his uncle, Cy, up on the offer and traveled to Western Montana for his first hunting trip.

Some excerpts from the article:

“About guns, about hunting, it’s safe to say I know nothing. The last gun I fired was a musket at Boy Scout camp.”

“Now I can see him: eight antler tines in the air. I flick off the safety and fretfully run down my checklist. White-tailed deer: yes. Male: yes. Reasonably old, good-sized: yes. Kill shot present: yes. Gun pulled into my shoulder, crosshairs steady on the target, adrenaline pushing my pulse to a drum solo—My mind empties.”

“I load another bullet as Cy taught me then go to find Charlie before realizing I am running with a loaded gun, safety off, pointing directly at whatever or whomever I I meet next.”

“Ten minutes into gutting, I’m ‘ringing the ass,’ running a four-inch German hunting knife around a pelvic canal while Uncle Cy, an experienced hunter, hisses useful advice in my ear, like ‘Don’t ruin my fucking knife.'”

“Someone hands me a beer. I close my eyes. It is approximately 9 A.M.”

“I realize I’ve figured out why criminals return to the scene of their crimes—I want to relive the experience.”

“Two weeks later, I want more.”

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