… and I’m not necessarily “against” hunting, someone is going to have to explain to me why so many hunters are so “proud” of their kills. You know, up to and including posting photos on Facebook and carcass heads onto their den walls. Seriously, what is there to be proud of? The animal is defenseless, unintelligent, you have a scope on your rifle and you personally inflicted an agonizing death upon the animal’s last moments of existence. Disagree? Take one in the chest and see if I change your mind. And don’t talk to me about the physicality of the hunt because that would pretty much include an unarmed walk in the woods. Besides, half of you are obese.
“Oh, Bill, you’re just saying that ‘cause you don’t hunt.”
You’re right; I don’t. But in answer to the question please. I get the happy part. You get to eat the meat for free (even though if it were any good, there would be deer farms by the thousands and there would be a restaurant chain called TGI Antlers). It’s the “pride” part that baffles me.
“Oh, Bill, you just don’t get it.”
I know! That’s what I’m saying! I don’t get it. That’s why I’m asking! Hell, I’m begging you. What’s with the pride?
BILL
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