I grew up in American suburban society where family cookouts and kids playing in the streets was the norm. When I married a girl from backwoods Kentucky, I was introduced to new family traditions. I learned how to cook a pig, play corn hole and hunt the great white-tailed deer.
The first couple of years learning how to hunt was interesting to say the least. I was often treated as the outsider that was being introduced to something straight out of a movie. With my third year came my first kill and my status of outside changed overnight.
I decided to start documenting this special time of that happens only once a year a few years ago. Since then it has become my goal to share the uniqueness of this annual event of male pride and bonding.
Taking the Shot
After the Harvest
House of Death