So you call yourself a Tree Hugger
Let me guess, you live in the concrete jungle, you grew up fairly spoiled in a nice track home with air conditioning in the summer and forced heat in the winter. You never really saw a different season until you moved out to what you call the “country” where you live on 1.3 acres which is surrounded in white vinyl fence and is located behind some gate posts that perch themselves on either side of the road in a community called “Such and Such Ranch.” You drive a hybrid vehicle so you feel like you’re saving the planet and scoff at those who drive Ford diesel pick-ups with a nice coating of dust. Little do you know, it’s that person driving the dirty Ford that is the true Tree Hugger, if you want to call it that. He makes his living logging in the forests and understands what renewable resources mean. He cares deeply about how the forests are harvested and cared for and that when a wild-fire blows through the tall pines that the scorched trees must be harvested before the bugs set in. If bugs set in then all the living trees around the burn will also be compromised and will most likely be dubbed “bug kill” before the year is out. When bug kill takes over a forest not only do you have dead trees but you also have millions of match sticks lining the once scenic mountain sides just itching to get a small flame started which would erupt in to a devastating catastrophe. Not only does the guy driving the Ford diesel know about forests, but he also raises animals and cares deeply about their welfare. He has to deal with real life and sometimes has to see suffering and then make the hard decision to end a life. He decides what is meat and what is breeding stock. Which animals are to go on living and which animals should be properly put down. Sometimes this guy also has to do the “putting down” himself, and it eats him up inside but he does it anyway for the good of the animal. He knows where his food comes from and where the leather of his belt is from too. His horses and dogs are his best partners. His dogs chase varmints, herd sheep and cows, and ride in his pick up truck. They are fed well and treated as part of the family. His horses are well fed and watered, cared for after a long days work of sorting cattle or checking fence lines. They’re fed quality hay and treated kindly. They babysit his kids and graze the clover in the yard while the cool of a summer’s night sets in. These things — The trees, the animals, they are his living. They are what makes him tick, if they don’t thrive then he won’t thrive. He cares more for these things than any paper pushing cubical sitter driving the hybrid car sipping Starbucks and toting the designer bag. They are his way of life and he lives it every day, the good and the bad.