A friend of mine recently recieved some hate mail from a "fellow hunter". The fellow took issue with long range hunting. He argued, "A hunter should be completely certain of a clean kill before pulling the trigger". He also expressed a long range hunter was a showoff willing to gamble an animals suffering....pathetic - he said.
Explanations were offered, the accuracy of equipment explained. It didn't matter. The fact all hunting is challenging and inherently risky could not be grasped. The workings of the food chain and its simple, unfeeling nature were beyond comprehension. Save the helpless animals from cruel unfeeling hunters was the cry.
I am annoyed with those types when I find them on my favorite hunting forum, or running at the mouth in the local sporting goods store. Fantasy, fairy tale hunters. Have they really ever hunted? Are they twice-time skunkers, who went to the woods to stumble about cluelessly, in squeeky new boots and Filson sweater, hoping for that doubt free, risk free, opportunity to "ethically", "humanely", "harvest" a fairy tale? The truth is in the language, "A hunter should know with certainty...". In this case, "A hunter" is a theoritical being, posessed of childlike adoration and godlike ability to instantly, mercifuly, switch an animal off, certainly not themselves or other living breathing fault prone humans.
Why do these types parade around as hunters? Silly bleeding hearts who sip wine with their salad and avert their eyes because even a well done steak leaves a disturbing pink stain. Be a Disney inundated, granola eating, tree hugging, same sex sympathizer, if you must. But please don't pretend to be a hunter! Hunting is REAL, you don't belong here.
Explanations were offered, the accuracy of equipment explained. It didn't matter. The fact all hunting is challenging and inherently risky could not be grasped. The workings of the food chain and its simple, unfeeling nature were beyond comprehension. Save the helpless animals from cruel unfeeling hunters was the cry.
I am annoyed with those types when I find them on my favorite hunting forum, or running at the mouth in the local sporting goods store. Fantasy, fairy tale hunters. Have they really ever hunted? Are they twice-time skunkers, who went to the woods to stumble about cluelessly, in squeeky new boots and Filson sweater, hoping for that doubt free, risk free, opportunity to "ethically", "humanely", "harvest" a fairy tale? The truth is in the language, "A hunter should know with certainty...". In this case, "A hunter" is a theoritical being, posessed of childlike adoration and godlike ability to instantly, mercifuly, switch an animal off, certainly not themselves or other living breathing fault prone humans.
Why do these types parade around as hunters? Silly bleeding hearts who sip wine with their salad and avert their eyes because even a well done steak leaves a disturbing pink stain. Be a Disney inundated, granola eating, tree hugging, same sex sympathizer, if you must. But please don't pretend to be a hunter! Hunting is REAL, you don't belong here.