I had some ideas on how to teach her the ways of a cruel, cruel world, but the grand lessons, those that when learned become the signposts that lead us though the bumpy passages, away from the sheer drops and indomitable, craggy peaks, seemed muddled and ill-considered by my example. Teaching my daughter to hunt was as much an antidote to the parental quandaries of her father as it was a tool to helping prepare her for the life ahead. The lessons and pitfalls of that life, and with them all their attendant contradictions, are limned in the stark relief of the mountains, of the hills and forests. It is by entering nature with a gun, or a bow, that we are taught about life and death, personal responsibility and ethics, humility, ordeal, triumph, and failure. Especially failure.