That’s understandable. He was probably required to help his father and then it was easy to continue in his line of work. As he got older, he realized that it wasn’t right for him.

Midge is fairly sure that Robert told her that his father is now deceased.

After he parks the car, Midge gets out and stretches. They’ll leave their lunch in the car for now, though she takes the thermos of tea. She’ll let Robert handle his guns.

“So… when you’re hunting for food,” Midge asks. “What sort of animals are you hunting?”