Stoid:
I enjoy restoring my '73 Buick. I do not enjoy wrestling all day with a stuck bolt. When I get the bolt off though, I may feel satisfaction that I have accomplished the job.
I have not yet shot at a deer with a bow because I have not yet felt that I had a good enough shot to harvest the animal properly. Merely wounding it would be unacceptable.
The pleasure I recieve is exactly the same as when I pick tomatos jalapenos, jabaneros and corn and green peppers that I grow in my own garden.
Why do I spend all day digging a garden, Burying compost, buying plants and seeds? Isn’t it cheaper and easier for me just to get them at a store?
They do taste better when I grow them myself. It’s worth it to me.
Is gardening about killing plants?
Yes, I am cognizant that I may cause suffering when I hunt if I act badly. I am afraid of missing or wounding when I fire. Afterwards I have felt some regret for the life of the animal that I have taken.
I felt the same whenever I killed one of our chickens for dinner (we raised some chickens when we moved to this farm, and yeah, they were free range. They taste a lot better when they are fresh.)
Dressing a deer bothers me no more than cutting a steak.
The actual killing is slightly unpleasant. The deer I shot just collapsed in place, and was completely dead by the time I walked the 20 yards to it. The one I hit with my car suffered. It was still alive when I went to retrieve it (I figured if the sonovabitch wrecked my car I might as well eat him.)
I wanted to put it out of its misery with a utility knife I keep in the car, but every time I approached it struggled wildly. I knew that if I tried any more, it might conceivably get up an run despite it’s condition, but if I left it alone, it would stop struggling and bleed out from internal injuries quicker. So, I watched it die for ten minutes or so. I regretted that death quite a bit, but I still enjoyed the meat.
The practice and skill necessary in hunting as well as the outdoor experience are foremost. The killing itself is a neutral act except for the satisfaction of having completed a difficult task well. The cleaning is also somewhat neutral. Telling the story is and eating the meat is great.
I also enjoy jogging which is arduous and difficult, sometimes painful from beginning to end. Would you assume that I’m a masochist?
I have known several people that despise hunting based on the principals you’ve stated.
None of them has taken me up on my offer to try it. I suggested that they could not judge an experience they hadn’t had. I said if they tried it with an open mind and still felt the same way afterwards their experience would lend more weight to their arguments, and stand a better chance of convincing others.
The usual response is “Go into the woods with a bunch of crazy murderers? Help murder? Are you nuts?”
::sigh::
If you tried it, maybe if you read a few hunting articles, or books, you might understand better.
Pick up “Whitetail” magazine. Read it through cover to cover, and tell me if that is a magazine focussed on murder.
I think you’ll find it’s focussed on Conservation, skill, and communing with nature.
Death is a necessary part of life, and I do not hide from it in the things I do. I give death no power by avoiding it. When I eat meat I buy in a store, I respect neither death nor life by doing so.
When I eat something I’ve harvested myself I feel that I’m respecting both, and I’m much more cognizant of my role on this planet, and the implications, consequences, responsibilities, joys, and sufferings that will inevitably occur because of it.