Like I haven't heard that one a million times.
For clarity, here's my vegetarian's creed:
1. I won't eat it if it has eyes; or
2. I won't eat it if it has parents; or
3. I won't eat it if it screams when it's killed.
And as for that last, I'm an ex-hunter and I have visited slaughterhouses, so I know about the screaming.
Hunters like to kill things for fun. It's not tradition or a love of the outdoors ("I love the nature, I want to go kill something"), or some American Indian mysticism--it's killing for fun.
I do my best to respect all life, human and unhuman. I'm not perfect but I try to minimize the damage I do.
No potatoes, then?
Hunters like to kill things for fun. It's not tradition or a love of the outdoors ("I love the nature, I want to go kill something"), or some American Indian mysticism--it's killing for fun.
I hunt (upland) because of tradition and a love of the outdoors. I fish for those reasons, too. I'm sure many people hunt because they get a rod over killing or destroying something, but among the people I hunt with, or have met while hunting all over New England, and in Michigan, too, I'd wager my yearly salary that there's not a thrill-killer in the bunch. The kill is the worst part of the evolution, if you ask me.
Nice resonator, by the way.
Well, now you've heard it a million and one times.
"Hunters like to kill things for fun."
At least we agree on something. Hopefully I'll nail another deer this fall.