Ethics Class in the Canadian Rockies

A reverent letter of gratitude to those who showed us the hunter’s ethic.   BY JUSTIN HANLON   Three handsome rifles affixed with meticulously zeroed Leupold scopes were held in the steady hands of skilled marksmen, rested intently on a grassy knoll as time froze: a six-point bull lay bedded down in the damp grass, lulled by a full belly and the comfortable weather. This was to be Ty’s bull, and we waited with bated breath as he prepared to squeeze the trigger. The other day, I had the ...