Finding My Wilderness Self

Finding my wilderness self
Becoming a hunter changed the way I experience the wilderness.

You see, before I was a hunter I was a backpacker. And before I was a backpacker I was just an outdoorsy kid from the suburbs of Massachusetts. In my youth, the wild served as a backdrop – the set for my latest made-up adventure movie, starring me. The wild was my playground. In those early days, I saw myself as distinctly separate from the rest of the natural world.

When I started exploring the backcountry in my early twenties, I became a more experienced hiker, navigator and camper. But my orientation toward the wilderness was still marked by separation. With a handful of expeditions under my belt, I decided to embark on my first solo backpacking trip. I felt ready to test my mettle as an outdoorswoman. But when I departed from the trailhead I was struck by an uneasy silence. I remember feeling almost too aware, as if the dial on my hearing had been turned up to ‘uncomfortably loud’. This hyperawareness scared me. Without the distraction of a partner, I was alone in the wild – disquietly alone.

I sat in my tent on that first evening of my trip, staring at the Silnylon walls, listening to my iPod to drown out the deafening silence. I brought the sounds of my human life with me because I did not know how to face the wilderness without them.

Despite the discomfort lingering in the deeper corners of my mind, the allure to be in nature remained. At the same time, my years of staunch vegetarianism and veganism began to weigh on me. I wanted meat, but I didn’t want to get it from the grocery store. Ultimately, I was attracted to hunting for reasons that many of us are – to access fresh, wild, food, to take personal and ethical responsibility for the animals I eat, and to trek and explore with a renewed sense of purpose.

As a fledgling hunter, I knew that I couldn’t go gallivanting about, loudly traipsing through the fields if I wanted to have any hope of success. But I felt frustrated with having to regulate my voice to a low whisper for days on end and having to move so gently and slowly. I wanted to comment out loud on everything I saw – to narrate the wilderness – as if to impose a human presence on the fearsome and rugged landscape. The backpacker in me wanted to charge on through, conquering the terrain to reach my destination.

The truth was that nature needed no commentary and hunting had no destination. The goal was to see before being seen and to hear before being heard. The pursuit of game required a complete mental and sensory recalibration. For the first time in my life, I had to actually tune in to the living, breathing wild. I had to embrace the silence that I feared.

Mountain lion tracks beside me on the trail. My wilderness self

Mountain lion tracks beside me in the desert sand.

Over time, the silence and stillness gradually morphed from a chore, to a routine, to a way of existing. On a bowhunt for deer this September, six quail waltzed by within ten feet of me as I stood like a statue in the pre-dawn dimness. During a mid afternoon glassing session, I entered into a five-minute staring contest with a hyper-vigilant doe while her two fawns milled about feeding. In these moments I felt like more of an intimate member of the desert wilderness than I ever have before. These silent, beautiful interactions return to my mind again and again.

In becoming a hunter I learned explicit lessons that fulfill my primary goal of putting meat in the freezer – how to shoot a rifle, how to identify tracks, how to skin and field dress game. But I also learned implicit lessons that fulfill a more important goal that I never even knew I had. For me, becoming a hunter meant quietly embracing the chorus of life in the wilderness – what I had before perceived as uncomfortable silence – and gleaning as much information from it as possible. In doing so, I am developing an integrated sense of belonging in the backcountry and seeing what it means to be human-as-predator. I am finding my wilderness self.

Finding my wilderness self

The silence in this canyon was awe-inspiring.

I went my entire childhood seeing only a handful of shooting stars. Now I spend many weekends a year falling asleep to a blazing milky way, crisscrossed intermittently by the most vibrant of meteors. Tucked in my bivy I have no need for the tent walls that blinded me from the expansive night. And on the last weekend of this past season after the hunt was said and done, we hiked back to the trailhead in silence under a moonless sky. We could have talked – spooking any animals would have been inconsequential at that point – but we didn’t want to. When we finally began our drive back home, I was still speaking in whispers. My partner made fun of me, “You can speak up now, you know”. I had temporarily forgotten that there was another way to be.

The essay Finding My Wilderness Self originally appeared in the winter 2015 issue of Backcountry Journal, the magazine of Backcountry Hunters & Anglers, and is reposted here with permission. Backcountry Hunters & Anglers is an American conservation organization. They work at the legislative and community level to protect the future of hunting and fishing on undeveloped and wild public lands. Please consider joining Backcountry Hunters & Anglers if you value backcountry wilderness and the ability to harvest animals from these ecosystems.


  1. Love it! I too was a vegetarian, I guess the tumultuous teenage years had me fighting everything I was brought up with. But even during those times I thought hunting was the only ethical way of taking an animal, not the mass assembly lines “producing” meat today. Thanks for sharing!

  2. Love this! Such a different way to view and interact with nature in the wilderness. You two are inspirations.

  3. This adventure you’re sharing is a great thing–kudos for undertaking the journey and this blog. I still eat primarily vegetarian, but if I was a better hunter…I’m just not eating from the meat dept. at the store. I did grow up hunting, but left the pursuit in my late teens. Took a 25 year break, and now I’m relearning, or learning for the first time. So, good info here!

  4. I had a friend that’s an artist. she sees the world in ways I would never consider. she sees the world in terms of shadows and colors…its the same for us right? we hear a scout crow scold us before the murder comes and know she is warning of a predator. we don’t just see tracks, but the beginning if a story about an animals life. I see a deer’s bedroom, her hallway, her kitchen. I see choke points, transition zones, natural blinds…the wilderness as experienced through a hunters eyes is to catch a glimpse of what the bear sees. to know a little of what the coyote knows. I know this site is intended to help new hunters get started, just wanted to say that those of us with some mud on our boots, and an arrow or two lost in the mountains really appreciate what you guys are doing here. keep up the good work.

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