My brothers love to hunt and fish.

They have thousands of dollars invested in gear.

When hunting season is out, they're fishing.

I like fishing, but not to the degree that they do.

I don't hunt.

I have never enjoyed killing animals. I have nothing

against hunting at all. It's a great way for people to enjoy the outdoors, gather clean meat,

manage wildlife populations, but it's just not for me. My brothers make fun of me for this.

That's okay.

Well, I do mind, I guess, but I don't let them know it.

It's not that I don't like being in nature.

My thing is hiking.

And if any one of them would take a minute to notice,

they'd all see that I hike a lot deeper into the woods than any of them ever hunted.

I don't carry weapons.

I only carry bear spray.

I know the truth, though.

I know that I go farther and harder than any of them just to take long walks in the woods.

In their minds, the fact that they kill animals with weapons, they're more macho than I am,

but I know for a fact that none of them could keep up with me for even a half-day hike.

I can outperform any of them, but I never say a word. Hiking is my favorite thing to do in my

favorite places in the woods alone, just me and the trails and the animals and the fresh air and my endurance

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