Posted on 06/08/2007 4:17:56 AM PDT by rickdylan
Girl kills elephant with 83-lb bow
One of the more unusual stories I've seen on the archery forums recently...
Can you please explain to me the “pleasure” of killing an animal?
Probably. Shrinks say that there are three overwhelming drives which govern most activities of higher animals, i.e. food, sleep, and sex. But in reality, there are a couple of others, including hunting. It’s built in.
What a wonderful accomplishment for this young woman and an unforgettable experience. Few archers of any age have a memory like that in their warehouse. She has much to be proud of.
The young women went into a herd of around 30 Elephants with a bow and arrow for goodness sake.. Around Dusk and took her shot at one about 12 feet away..
Because of that, in this thread we have people
who want her in prison
comment cause she does not look like Paris Hilton(tm) ?
want her to play video games instead..
Holy cow...
She is a brave, attractive young women.. The kind unlikely to leave her husband, her family, her country fighting off the wolf at the door, Al Qaida.
or a herd of elephants lol.
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Oh you are fooling no one..
You don’t like sport hunting so you make up some excuse to stop it.. Then of course you will want to tax all of us to care for “Your wild Creatures” to pay “our fair share”.
I think picture taking steals the souls of animals in fact pictures offend the spirits and are why the people in Africa are so poor.. I think we need to “tell the truth” Tell all the villagers the people with cameras are stealing their future and the future of their children. That the spirits will never bless them until all the picture takers are chased from the land...That when all the pictures are taken no one will need to come to Africa and the villagers will all starve..
(sarc)
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You don't even know this girl; what you "hate" is reading about stuff which makes you feel like more of a wimp than usual, if that's possible.
Roger that! When I was in S. Africa hunting it was amazing that nothing is left to waste by the locals. The locals eat everything including the organs. Also for the bleeding hearts I would point out that elephants destroy the environment affecting other animals in the food chain. When I was at the Kruger national park the destruction of trees by elephants was a major concern.
"Others don't kill.
Only white people.
Yes. However, I would not associate the "pleasure of hunting" specifically with the culmination, the kill.
I man/woman must enter into the wilderness, un observed by the creatures that call it home. Whether it be turkey, deer, rabbit, pheasant, quail, etc. when you are hunting, you are in their house. Most game animals know their predators, they are me. To hunt is to become one with nature.
When I deer hunt, I wake up at about 4:30 in the AM. I have already prepared all the clothes that I will wear that day. They have been washed in baking soda, twice, and line dried in the woods where I will hunt. Then they have been secured in airtight bags until this morning. I shower and scrub in baking soda in a feable effort to remove as much of my human smell as I can. I get dressed and enter the field. I have already scouted this 70 acres of land for three months (about 4 times) leading up to deer season. I have observed where the deer eat, where they drink, where they bed down and what routes they take. I have observed two particularly mature bucks that are old and wise. They do not get seen often in daylight. I have chosen my spot in the woods and it will take me about 45 minutes to get there on foot as I want to approach my stand into the wind. It is pitch black outside and bitterly cold. I walk slowly and quietly through the woods trying to not be noticed by the natives. A turkey startles me as it goes plowing through tree tops. Coyotes howl in the near distance. I see eyes glowing at me now and then from my flashlight. Fox, deer, raccoons, rabbits, etc. are all out there and are unsure of what/who I am. They may know I don't belong but are unsure of the level of threat I am. I don't resemble the human threat they are used to. Quite frankly, I am nervous, a little intimidated, walking to my spot. Once there, I settle in to remain as quiet and still as possible. I wait in ambush. If I have done everything right, there is a chance that one of those two bucks I observed will not notice me as they come to check their tree rubs. I see a couple of doe frolicking at daybreak. Too far to have a good shot. But exciting because at this time of the year I know, Bucks are horny and may be close by. FINALLY! One of the 10 point bucks I know walks up from my left and stops at the edge of the field before crossing in pursuit of the doe. I don't quite have a good shot. I patiently wait. I can see the buck's ears flick, lips curl as it tastes the air for danger. It waits. It takes two steps into the clearing and stops again, looking for danger. It does not know that I am a mere 100' away. I have fooled the deer in his own house. Finally, the buck slowly starts to enter the clearing, I am able to train cross hairs on his heart from a perfect broadside shot. I must work to control my breathing as my heart races. I am in a full buck fever pitch. My hands are shaking as this beautiful animal walks. I can see the steamy breath pushing from his nose. A bird calls from overhead. I finally make myself calm, take a deep breath, hold it...hold it, gently start to squeeze the trigger while I keep the cross hairs trained perfectly on the deer's heart. The 20 gauge report surprises me when it goes off and time seems to stop. I know instantly, the shot was perfect. The deer leaps high after being struck. Runs a short distance and lays down in the weeds. My heart is pounding, I am breathing hard as if I just finished a 100 yard dash. I am shaking. And chills are running down my spine.
I have done it. All the season's work to become one with nature. All the studying of all the behaviors of the animals in the woods has paid off. I wait 45 minutes to give the deer peace and quiet. It was a good shot so the deer will not suffer. The hunt is over. Now I move to properly field dress the deer and prepare it for processing. I will be able to feed my family from the 220lb animal for a good part of the year.
See, the "pleasure" is not in the kill. It is just the kill that is the thrill, the culmination of the effort. The "pleasure" in hunting is all that leads up to the kill. The "pleasure" is becoming part of nature. It is sneaking into their habitat unnoticed and being able to kill food for myself and my family as our ancestors did thousands of years ago to survive. It is a freedom and a rush. It is a right of passage. During the hunt, there is a wide range of emotion. Most hunters will candidly admit that they get a little nervous walking into the woods on a pitch black morning all by themselves. It takes an incredible amount of discipline and patients to hunt correctly.
So, the reason, we like to take pictures of our "trophies" is to be able to have that moment captured to remember for the rest of our lives. Most hunters can tell you very specific details of most hunts they have been on, whether they killed anything or not; and whether they have hunted 2 times or 200 times. Each time is unique and anything can happen. I hope this helps you understand why some of us hunt.
I hate you most of all.
YES she is. She needs a young Steve Irwin type. Someone who's not afraid to let her wrap those gorgeous arms around them and squeeze 'em for all she's worth. lol
Paris Hilton is probably about the smartest and bravest these other guys could get...if she were poor as dirt.
I take it your emotional life sort of centers around hatred??
If I didn’t hate you — perfect, crystalline, pure — my life would be meaningless.
whats with all the peta crybaby posts ?
its a dammed elephant,not a person
Who let all the friggin DUmmies in here?
It seems they all came here after a heavy dose of ignorance and a chaser of stupidity.
Lotta yuppie republicans who don’t know any better....
I took a dump this morning.
And I'm not going to eat your sour grapes. You shouldn't have picked them. :-)
Sounds like you’ve been eating sour grapes pretty much all your life.
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