I like hunting.
I like killing.
I like carving.
I like grilling.
I love the outdoors.
I find it thrilling.
Fresh meat is healthy and filling.
Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with all the pussified people that have a problem with hunting? Somebody oughtta drop them in the middle of the woods a la Bear Grylls for a proper taste of reality.
I know that when I’m dealing with somebody that has a problem with hunting that I am dealing with a total idiot. It’s the best test I know. You don’t have to enjoy it, you don’t have to do it, but if you have a problem with it you are a moron.
Four million years of evolution has made you a collossal hunting badass. Everything about you that makes you human, makes you a hunter. Evolution has sacrificed just about everything else to make you the ultimate hunter.
You are weak. The muscles in your body are inferior from a strength standpoint. The weakest chimpanzee in the world can kick the ass of the strongest man. They have different fast twitch muscles.
Our muscles are built for endurance, not strength. We can run all day long in the heat of the day because we can sweat, have no hair on our body and are loaded with slow twitch muscles. We have the biggest asses of any primate to propel us long distance, binocular vision, and a special ligament in the back of our neck to turn our eyes into “steady cams.” while we run. There is no other animal on the planet that can cover the distance we can in the heat of the day.
We evolved to persistence hunt, to chase after game all day and run it down until it dies of heat exhaustion. Even our brains evolved empathy to allow us to think like an animal and track it. Even the way you breathe has evolved to allow to you run with endurance. Every other running animal is limited to one breath per stride, but we can take fewer or more depending upon our needs. The cartilage in your knees depends upon a lifetime of running to provide it with the blood flow to keep it strong and vital. If you don’t it atrophies and is prone to injury. If you don’t follow the forms you’ve evolved to, you atrophy into a fat useless waste of protein.
If not a hunter, you are nothing. You are a hammer pretending to be a screwdriver.
There is this pretend ethic that killing is wrong. Killing is not wrong. Suffering is not wrong. I have news for you. You will die. Because we are particularly inhumane to each other chances are you will suffer immensely for a long time before you die. No one here gets out alive.
As the Radiators say, it’s the Law of the Fish:
“The big ones eat the little ones. The little one’s have to be fast. It’s the law of the fish now, Momma. You got to move your ass.”
Somebody else said: “The Gazelle wakes up every morning knowing it needs to be faster than the slowest lion if it wants to live. The Lion wakes up every morning knowing it needs to be faster that the slowest gazelle if it want to eat. But, come dawn, Lion or Gazelle, you best be running.”
In the book, The Omnivore’s Dilemma, the author shows how wild caught game is much more nutritious than farmed, so there’s that, too.
I hunt, because that’s who I am. It’s who you are too, you just don’t know it.
If you have a problem with hunting, you are an idiot and a moron, you are a pretender to an ethic that does not exist, and has no validity.
Your mere humble existence cause suffering and pain and death to the animal kingdom. No way around that. You gonna hide from that? You waste of breath. I think you have a responsibility to see things die, to kill them with your own hand, so that you know you place in this world, your role, and the cost your existence inflicts.
How can you not “get” hunting. That’s like a car not “getting” driving, wanting to stay in the garage all day. If you don’t “get it,” there’s something wrong with you. There’s something broken.
What’s broken is this:
The universe is a cruel and unfriendly place. You are in the precarious situation imaginable. You live on a tiny little rock, hurtling through frigid airless space. The conditions that support you, the warmth, liquid, light, the entire environment, is the most transitory, fleeting and fragile thing you can imagine.
You’ve been dying since the day you were born, and suffering too. There is no difference between death and suffering, and life and joy. They are not even two sides of the same coin. Just like there is no hot and cold, only temperature; there is no suffering and death and joy… only life. And. that will end.
Take part in it. Run. Hunt. Breathe. Eat. Kill. Fuck. Raise Rugrats and teach them to do the same.
If you have a problem with hunting, you’ve lost sight of this. You are a ship adrift. A thing without purpose.
I have a problem with people that have a problem with hunting, just as I have a problem with anybody who is a conspicuous waster. You are wasting life. You have it wrong. You’re fucked up.
Now get out there and kill some things!