Sorry *you* missed the point.
The article speaks to the long standing, time-honored traditions found at checking stations.
We have long lost the sharing of hunting stories ‘round the pot-bellied stove at the general store.
If you read and skim....you can *erase* the liberalese and take out the good.
*Excerpts from ‘The Black Bear of Pennsylvania’ by Henry W. Shoemaker and John C. French, Printed 1921, in Altoona, by the Times Tribune Company.
Hey Daffynition!
I support the hunting of game animals, varmints, and birds, both upland and waterfowl.
There are critters that I, by choice of mine alone, won’t hunt, due to the respect of the beast that I have acquired. Yet as far as for the table, or skins, or teeth, or racks, I am for it.
I was passing through The Bronx Zoo, many years ago, stopping to watch the polar bears, who in turn came near to where I stood, stood up and watched me.
From that point on, any critter that stood a hair taller than me, on all four legs or two hindlegs, didn’t have to worry about me mucking about in the bush, looking to bag a dinner.
Not the wall, dinner.