Ivan:
I don’t think big game hunting is a “sport” any more than camping is. I also don’t think it needs any justification. As a matter of fact, I think justification is required from those who have never hunted.
The current mores of society have done a lot to hide the fact that we all survive at the expense of other creatures suffering and dying. Falsely I think, some people have shame over this fact. They would like to pretend their lives cause no harm to others. They may be disturbed that other people do not share that same perverted (in my mind) worldview.
I liken such a worldview to religious fundamentalists that might attach some sort of shame and stigma to swimming suits or a healthy attitude towards sex, and feel the need to express their outrage all over the place.
Really, those are the folks with the problem.
I exist, and so do you, because you are in the words of Neal Stephenson, a “Colossal bad ass of evolution.” For billions of years your ancestors have been outfighting, outfucking, outkilling and outeating the 99.999999% of all species which ever existed and are now exctinct because of it.
As an animal you do not receive your nutrients directly from the sun and soil and air, but must steal them from other creatures that do, or from those creatures which steal from other creatures.
Specifically, you are adapted to hunt. It’s what you were made to do. You have little protective body hair, and lots of slow twitch endurance muscles. Your head is on a spring that lets you keep it steady when you run. You have binocular vision, and a large ass full of muscle to propel you forward. You can bleed heat by sweating profusely, operate while dehydrated.
All this makes you highly specialized. You have given up almost everything and taken tremendous disadvantages all for one small edge. You can run farther than any other animal on the planet and you could do it in the heat of the day. Why? So that you can run down game until it collapses of heat exhaustion. We are literally born to run and hunt. Even your psychology and the way you think, the way your brain is wired and the way you view the world is all geared to this form of persistence hunting.
So, I ask why you don’t hunt? A hammer that just hangs on the wall is a waste.
I haven’t hunted since my daughters were born. I would just rather spend more time with them. I used to though. I did it for several reasons.
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To hunt succesfully requires mastery and integration of a variety of skillsets and knowledge the acquisition of which is inherently challenging. Gaining skills is a good thing.
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Everybody here does it, so I figured “when in Rome…”
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I eat meat, and use animal goods, and my existence is only at the suffering and death of other creatures. I figured I should deal with it firsthand rather than hide and let others do all the dirty work. I owed it to myself and all the animals that I use to acquire that knowledge and perspective.
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The whole process is fun.
My conclusions from having hunted is that there is nothing wrong with suffering and death. I don’t know why we as a society pretend there is. It’s really not something we can afford. From living on a farm, I would see animals suffer and die all the time. Every spring the driveway and ground would be littered with hundreds if not thousands of baby birds that fell from their nest. I’d see cats kill things. Dogs kill things. Suffering and death was everywhere. It is a central component of life.
That we as a society seek to hide this is totally asinine and perverted. You too, will suffer and die. No one here gets out alive. We hide it in nursing homes and hospitals and we spend our whole lives avoiding it and hiding it and running away from it. I guess the reason we avoid it is that when we see other creatures suffer and die it is hard not to be reminded that that fate will also befall us.
I’ve had more than my share of physical suffering. I’ve cultivated it and become familiar with it. It first started when I got burned as a kid and spent about a month in agony, and learned to live with it. Up until recently living in constant pain was pretty much the norm. It was only relatively recently that modern medicine and society gave us the chance to avoid it or postpone. I think that postponing is a mistake. I’ve cultivated my own suffering by running marathons and ultramarathons. If what I read and understand is correct than I have driven myself to suffer as much as is possible. That is, it would hurt so much that it would be an overload and the pain would fade. This is consistent with what happened when I was burned. It was like my body just used up all its suffering. It’s incredible what you can get used to if you have to, or you force yourself to.
A book called Angry White Pajamas is about an Englishman who goes through the most brutal martial arts training program on the planet. For two years he is basically continually putting himself through absolute torture. One day, while standing nude in winter, in a freezing waterfall, he has an epiphany: Physically, his body was nothing more than a pressurized bag of shit. Once he understood that, he could make it do anything he wanted it to. He learned how to be in command of himself, rather than a slave to sensation.
That is really the end point of all discipline.
I found that same epiphany through running ultramarathons. I know for a fact that I can run through all the pain and suffering my body is capable of throwing at me, and keep running until my body breaks down, collapses and will no longer follow my commands. I know because I’ve done it.
What that taught me is that there is nothing wrong with suffering, only that stupidly as a society we’ve decided that it is somehow bad and we cripple ourselves mentally and physically to avoid it. To do so is as wrong as that “circumcise” young girls to protect them from the evils of sexual pleasure. Suffering is just another sensation, neither good nor bad in and of itself. I find mild suffering in the form of exertion actually pleasurable.
Suffering enhances pleasure. A drink of cool water on a hot day after a long run is a lot more pleasurable than the finest wine when you’re already sated. A lot of pleasure is the contrast with suffering not the pleasure itself.
Nothing wrong with suffering or death at all. During your time on earth you are going to inflict and experience a great deal of the former. You’re going to inflict a lot of death (whether you do it personally, or not) and you, too are going to die.
Suffering and death are natural. The avoidance of is what’s unnatural. That avoidance is going to leave you with a rude awakening when it’s your turn in the barrel.
Eating meat that you’ve hunted yourself is to my eyes intrinsically superior from a moral standpoint than eating meat you bought in a store. By hunting, your license has contributed to the conservation of game lands and the species you hunt. You have killed an animal that has led a natural free range life rather than one that was confined. You are participated in the act itself and saw it through. To hunt, you had to gain understanding and respect for the creature you hunted. You got to know it. You killed it yourself. Butchered it yourself, and when you consume the meat you think back on what happened and the creature it was, and your experience with it.
That is a lot more pleasurable than going to KFC and having an impersonal bucket of chicken. You show a lot more respect and understanding by having a personal realtionship with the things you eat, and I think that is a higher moral ground than simply consuming.
To hunt is to commune with nature. If you don’t think that suffering and death are a part of that, perhaps the largest part of it, than I don’t think you really understand what nature is, or your place in this world. Even more sadly, I don’t think you understand what your destiny has in store for you.