From OutsideOnline.com…..
A perfectly seared steak glistened on the plate in front of me. It didn’t yet hold the connections it would later represent in my mind, but it was the start. In the dancing candlelight of a dim Argentinian restaurant, at the age of 31, I made one of the best decisions of my life. If I was going to continue eating meat after this meal, financially supporting the killing of animals for food, I was going to be involved in the process. I would become a hunter.
