What If?

I had a terrible dream the other night. It was a nightmare, actually. It wasn’t something you might see in a Stephen King movie that haunts you in the dead of night. No, this was a different horror show — one that got me thinking about how lucky we are to live in this country and still hunt.

With some exceptions, America is one of the few counties where almost anyone can pick up a bow, crossbow, rifle or shotgun and hunt without too much hoopla. Yes, there are mandatory hunter safety criteria and some age requirements that vary by state, and a slew of hunting regulations by which we must abide. But despite that, for most Americans, anyone who wants to partake in one of this country’s oldest traditions is free to do so. It’s a gift and freedom I sometimes think many take for granted.

But what if we couldn’t? What would happen