Hunting is a controversial thing, I guess.
Never gave it a thought, really. It's just what people do here.
Not just the menfolk.
My friend, Mary, is an avid hunter. Her husband gave her five 'special' shotgun shells for Christmas. They cost $35. She thought he was nuts. She went spring gobbler hunting. It was just before a thunderstorm, and every time the thunder rumbled, she could hear the turkey gobbling. It thundered, the turkey would gabble to one another, getting closer and closer, and she crouched there, tense with excitement. They got within sight, and she came up slowly and fired. The gun bucked, knocked her flat on her ass, bruised her shoulder and somehow she manage to screw up her finger. She thought it was broken. She missed a perfectly fine turkey. To make the matter worse, the turkey stood there staring at her, making alarmed noises. She couldn't do anything about that, because her gun was jammed. Oh. Mary was mad. She stomped home to call her brother to help her unjam her gun. He made terrible fun of her. She made him shoot one of the shells. "Gees," he said, "that does have quite a kick..." When Danny got home, they were waiting, and she was still pretty upset. She hasn't been this upset since the two of them had hunted together, and she got a stick in her eye. It was not on purpose, now, but it hurt just as badly as if it was. Anyways, she and her brother made Danny shoot a shell too. Danny had made the statement, "Well, gees, I didn't know you were going to use one of those..." as if he'd bought the shells as an attractive display for a window sill or something. So, like I said, they made him shoot a shell. He agreed they were pretty powerful. Maybe the other two would be nice to display on a window sill.
Anyways, we hunt here.
Not me personally.
Animals look at you. I couldn't stand to shoot something that was looking at me. I know that's hypocritical. After all, I eat meat. Even your grocery store meat comes from an animal that someone has killed. It doesn't make you a better person because you don't hunt. It also doesn't make you a sadistic monster if you do.
I heard Bob Barker talking once. I like Bob. My pets are always spayed, or neutered, just like he says. But here's where we disagree. He was on a show once, talking about his belief that there is no need to hunt, because nature controls its own animal populations. It's true. Nature does. A massive deer herd will die off in the winter. Not enough food. They starve. That strikes me as less humane than a shot in the head. Bob Barker does not wear leather shoes either. His choice. But I really don't see why the heck you wouldn't. The animals are slaughtered for meat. He may be a vegetarian, but many people aren't. I don't understand why you'd waste a perfectly good cow hide. But that's just me. On the same token, I won't wear most fur. We don't eat the meat. It's a waste to kill an animal for its fur. Or for its antlers. Or because its the ultimate trophy.
We hunt for meat.
I make no apologies for that.
It's our way.
And if by chance, Tim gets a trophy, the one thing I know for sure...it will be on our wall along with the other stuff.
I'm going to write a book. "Decorating with Dead Stuff".
It will sell well here.