Posted on 11/19/2011 3:44:32 AM PST by Kaslin
“You (Sarah Palin) enjoy killing animals. What you did is heart-stoppingly disgusting. If I were picked to be the one to kill an animal in some kind of Lottery-from-Hell, I wouldn't do a little dance of joy while I was slicing the animal apart.” (Aaron Sorkin in the Huffington Post reacting to Caribou hunt on the show Sarah Palin’s Alaska last Dec. 8th.)Sarah Palin isn’t the only one who dances after a successful hunt. Deer season opened this month over much of the country. So some serious boogieing is underway by us hunters—everything from the Hustle and Bump to the Boot ‘Scootin Boogie and Cha-Cha-Cha!
Something flickers and my head jerks left. I tense up on my deerstand. My eyes focus. These are predator eyes, quick to spot movement. And they face forward, like the lion, leopard, falcon and wolf, the better to stalk and ambush prey. The eyes on deer, rabbit and caribou face from the side of their heads—to detect and evade approaching predators, like Sarah Palin.
My pulse rate jumps, my senses quicken and I'm jolted back into my primal role. The branch jerks again...again. Gotta be something big, I think. My pulse rate's really hammering now. Is that a flicking ear?...A black nose? ...The sun glints off something..YES!-- An ANTLER!!
A jolt of adrenaline whacks me. This was vital for my ancestors. It kick-started them when they spotted the Mastodon, and fueled them while running it down and pummeling it with rocks and sticks. I've got it easier. I just aim and pull the trigger. But tell it to my nervous system. It's still in the early Paleolithic era. I grab the rifle from the branch and peer through the scope...The crosshairs shake spastically, along with my hands, and shoulders, and knees. Now the doggone scope's fogging up from my gasps!..Can't see a doggone..! Here, wipe it. There, it's clear.....
But where's the deer?!.....He's walking off now! Now he's behind another bush!.
Don't tell me I blew it!...Did he wind me? No, don't think so. Wind's right and I'm a good 25 feet in this massive Sweetgum. Ah, there's his neck and chest, through an opening in the brush. That's his a**!....Deep breath now. Steady.....steady....brace the rifle against the tree. He'll be in that thicket with the next step. The crosshairs finally settle, smack on his neck. It's now or never....start sque-e-e-e-e-e-e….
PE — TOAAWW!!....The recoil almost knocks me outta the tree. I look through the scope again. He's down--DOWN!
My dance was more James Brown than Sarah Palin. “I FEEL GOOD!” Aaron Sorkin would have fainted at the sight.
But how to explain this thrill to non-hunters? (forget reasoning with an anti-hunter.) I'll take the easy route, and toss the ball back in their court. "How can you not hunt?" I ask. Hunting's not a hobby. It's not a past-time — it's an instinct. "Man's being consisted first of being a hunter," writes Spanish philosopher Jose Ortega y Gasset.
"Man evolved as a hunter," writes Chicago University anthropologist W. S. Laughlin."He spent over 99 per cent of his species' history as a hunter, and he spread over the entire habitable globe as a hunter."
"For half a million years man has been the enemy of every mammal, including the largest." This from the book Man the Hunter compiled at a science symposium at the University Of Chicago in 1967. "The human notion that it is normal for animals to flee, the whole concept of animal being wild, is the result of man's habit of hunting."
“If we imagine our species to have disappeared in the Paleolithic era, the word man would lack meaning. We would have to call him hunter.” (Jose Ortega y Gasset)
“The distinctive human brain evolved in consequence of predatory co-operative hunting." (Anthropologist W. S. Laughlin.)
It's not nice to fool Mother Nature, Mr Aaron Sorkin.
“How'd you get it out of your system so fast,” us hunters ask non-hunting friends. How'd you shake it?
I have a theory. The instinct's still down there somewhere for most people, but latent. The embers have cooled after millennia of inactivity. I specialize in rekindling them for friends. I hear of the poor saps mowing the lawn on weekends, grocery shopping, vegetating in front of the TV or computer — or worst of all — plodding through a golf course! I hear these things and choke back the sobs. My rambunctious college buddies have mutated into metrosexuals!
So I spring to the rescue. I take a golfing geek hunting. He wallops a high-flying Mallard and his eyes light up! Next week he's clamoring to go again. A month later he's selling his clubs for a shotgun. Then the cart for a boat. 15 patterns of Camo soon cram his closet. The embers have ignited a raging inferno by now. By the end of his first season he makes Ted Nugent look like Barney Frank.
Invariably, his wife, once tolerably civil, starts to loath me. She addresses me exclusively in snarls and curses. She hangs up on me, erases my texting and e-mails. She becomes my bitter foe.
I can't blame here. Sure, her husband used to spend time at the golf course, but it was a harmless hobby. This hunting stuff, however, is a passion an obsession. "That's all he talks about!" She wails "I never see him anymore! He pays more attention to that stupid shotgun than to me! We can't go out anymore 'cause he's always gone on weekends!...and that racket from that damn duckcall! Night and day!"
The ducks and deer now compete seriously for her time. She resents it. But this always fades. By Christmas she's smiling, thanking me, "Humberto!" She beams. "So nice to see you! Can I get you a beer? Hey, aren't ya'll goin hunting this week-end again?...Wonderful!...Here, and in a nice frosty mug!"
Always happens this way. Her hubbies' new passion brings her benefits in the boudoir you see. Conquest afield is usually followed by conquest at home. He returns from the chase — dirty bedraggled — but always with a carnal gleam in his eye. It was so for our Paleolithic ancestors. It remains the case today. Ask around.
“That day in sunny Texas when the divorce rumors were rampant in the tabloids,” writes Sarah Palin in Going Rogue “I watched Todd, tanned and shirtless, take the baby from my arms and walk him back to the ranch house..Seeing Todd’s blue eyes smiling, I chuckled. ‘Dang,’ I thought. ‘Divorce Todd? Have you seen Todd?”
Apparently that gleam is not confined to the male hunters’ eye.
Was Aaron Sorkin outraged when John Kerry was killing pheasants or walking with his buddies carrying dead geese?
Of course not.
That makes Aaron Sorkin a typical liberal —— a hypocrite.
Aaron Sorkin is more into another kind of snow.
Aaron Sorkin is a [slang word for a cat]. Thank God we don’t have to rely on delicate little girls like him to protect our nation.
Where is the sympathy for Sarah. In the cancerous progressive liberal mind a murdrer rapist is viewed as a victim why not the killer of animals.
While I agree with the sentiment behind your post 100%, I have to interject with the thought that the only reason I had an interest in Sarah’s show was because I thought for sure she was running for president. I was rock solid behind her and vehemently defended her from detractors who said she was merely trying to build her ‘brand’, in search of the almighty dollar. She opted not to run. She hasn’t gotten behind anyone nor stood up with any vigor to defend Herman Cain who was attacked like she was but at least he got into the fight. And now when I happen to catch her on Fox from time to time, she seems to be mailing it in with cliches with little substance. I’m very sorry to say that my best conclusion is that her detractors were correct.
Hey Aaron, any chance your heart stopped?
Do these idiots realize the beef one buys from the local store was once alive?
Hey Aaron,your a homo pussy
Hey Aaron,your a homo pussy
I hunt on private land {mostly, but sometimes go to the game lands, usually alone and during the week days for slow walking and still hunting}.
Last year I let the young folks do the shooting, and I did the pushing and picture taking, {they learned the gutting and dragging part}.
We had three in the freezer and are down to four pounds of chops, two pounds of back strap and a few pounds of ground meat and it will all be gone before opening day.
I started at age ten with a 12 gauge double barrel that my grand father brought over from Sicily in the late 1800s {I still have that gun but don't shoot it}.
My grand mother was so proud of my first ring necked pheasant that she used her old box camera and took a picture of it {black and white, December 1951}.
We had it and two rabbits for dinner that night and I was the happiest 10 years old in the world and can still remember the smiles and the smells of the food.
You quietly close the door behind you as you get out of your vehicle as the sun begins to rise on a cold, crisp fall morning.
Everything is quiet, everything is beautiful as you begin your stroll into the field.....There's frost on the ground and you can see your breath as you breath. Everything is just perfect.
As you are slowly walking, you begin to forget why you are there, taking in the nature all around you, reveling in the peaceful solitude. Suddenly it happens, there is a deafening roar mere feet in front of you, jolting you out of your trance like state, sending the adrenaline coursing thru your arteries as your heart explodes..
By the time you are able to recover and raise your gun, it's too late, the pheasant is now far off in the distance.......
There's no greater feeling than the flight of the first bird on opening day
I’m butting in here, but if we believe in the free market and individual rights to the pursuit of happiness, then Sarah Palin did no wrong.
She never said she was running. She never said anything bad about the guys running.
I wish she had made the absolute decision not to run a little earlier. I wish she would endorse my choice of Rick Perry. However, she has no obligation except to tell the truth and not commit fraud.
There has been a bit of dirty politics on FR and some ripping apart of people seen as her opponents or detractors. But she didn’t do it. The people who did (still do) are the bad guys and spoilers, not Governor Palin.
Same sentiments. Hard to avoid same conclusions.
I wonder if this idiot knows what the process is that a cow undergoes before it ends up on his table...............the deer at least has a fighting chance of getting away.
It has become so bad, especially in the leadership and political realm, women like Sarah have to demonstrate how to lead, and how a man should act, so much so that the feminized man rages against her out of fear and jealousy.
This feminizing has infected some so-called conservative men (rino’s) as well, the halls of congress are replete with them.
don’t want to start another fight, but the hunting episode on sara’s show was absolutely appalling. obvious she knows nothing about hunting, gun safety. she broke every major rule and shouldn’t have been out there. just my opinion. except for the gun safety stuff, that is fact.
i still like her as a politician, but as a hunter? no way.
I wonder if that Aaron idiot is even vaguely aware of the countless animals that die during cultivation of fields for plant crops. Or has any clue that the more land is turned to plant agriculture, the less land is available for use as habitat by wild critters.
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