I miss my gun, it always made me feel like a man, now all i have are my huge genitals…
Humans usually have a reason to kill anything else. I would kill a couple wolves and put their bodies around my property if I thought it would help keep other wolves away. Its bad but its justified. Serial killers kill because they think they have a reason, from world record to keeping them out of their heads. You will probably never see a man or woman sitting on their porch and shooting a baby deer that happened to walk across their lawn without a reason to do so.
I am a hunter. (I suppose that goes without saying)
I do not take home trophies. I do not take the heads to a taxidermist. I do not hunt rare or endangered animals. I eat what I kill. (squirrel, grouse, rabbit)
If you do not believe in preying upon other creatures, and do not consume meat nor meat by-products, nor dress in garments derived from their bodies, then I respect your position and I say that we have a difference of ethical opinion. I’m not likely to change but I’m willing to listen.
If, on the other hand, you like chicken soup or pork fried rice or tie your leather shoes before going outdoors or glue your photos into your photo album with glues derived in part from animal substances or enjoy painting with a bristle brush…?? You will remove your finger from my face.
Um…guys? Yes, some hunters kill just for the hell of it.
I was one of them. When I was young, I used to go out into the fields and murder rabbits. I didn’t bring home the meat, but left it for the buzzards. I wasn’t clearing out varmints from the garden; I was just killing for the pleasure of it.
When I turned 18, I grew up, and swore it off. I’ve never killed a mammal (or mollusc or crustacean) since then, and I intend never to do so. (Well, I’ve accidentally squished a snail or two…)
I agree with most of the respondents here: nearly all hunters are responsible people. But not all. Not all.
Upon moving from New York to the country, I decided to become a gentelman farmer, and worked my butt off, plowing up a patch of my uncle’s property. I laid about 6 feet of fence work and planted snowpeas in anticipation of some delightful stir frys…Them somesabitchen deer ate every one of my baby snowpea vines! I had long been a anti-hunting advocate until then. I declared Jihad against those big eyed white tail bobbing bastards…I used human hair, peed around the perimiter, tabasco sauce, scare crows - you name it. They’d just stand in the middle of my garden staring at me as I screamed, flayed and ranted at them. The only thing they didn’t eat was the squash…And I hate fucking squash! Kill em and kill em quick is what I say!