Many people enjoy hunting and gathering food. There seems to be something in our DNA that predisposes us. Every time I chase after scurrying Asian shore crabs, or after a grass hopper in tall grass, or hook a fish, I get rush. Invariably, the thrill is followed by sadness stemming from the knowledge that I am taking life away from a creature that desires to live. Still, I feel more comfortable killing with my own hands, as my ancestors had, than buying an animal that has been farmed or caught in a way has been cruel to it.
Photo: Sushi making class on the ramshackle Miya’s boat, using ingredients that we caught ourselves.