I started hunting 3 1/2 years ago (I am 28 now) because I wanted to know first-hand the relationship between consuming meat and taking an animal's life. That's not the only reason why I hunt but it's what got me started. I was born and raised in Los Angeles but moved to Centre County when I was 17. That winter I experienced my first snow. After college, before moving away for work, I spent a lot of time in the woods teaching myself to stalk and hunt. After 3 1/2 years of tough trial and error, I shot my first doe during muzzleloader and my first buck on opening day. I butchered the deer myself, packed most of it in a cooler with dry ice (the rest is with my mom) and took it home, skull included, to NYC on the Amtrak. Surprisingly, nobody sat next to me. It has been a good year.