Okay so I grew up with a father who was a hunter, his father was a hunter and his father’s father was a hunter as well. I have been hunting plenty of times but have never once killed anything, as I just don’t have the heart to do so. I don’t have a problem with it but I just don’t particularly enjoy killing and skinning an animal for fun. Now there is a line that has to be drawn between what is actual hunting for sport and what is just plain fucking ridiculous. Let me give you all a few examples here. The first would be this story I read the other day, CLICK HERE FOR IT, where these rednecks in Wisconsin have been hunting deer with a Howitzer Civil War cannon. Yes you heard me right, a fucking cannon. And the other example is my grandfather in North Carolina who basically feeds his deer all year round and then on hunting season shoots the damn things right in the same spot he was feeding them in.
Both of these examples are more like stupidity rather than actual hunting. I mean what the fuck do you need to hunt something with a cannon for? First off the meat probably isn’t worth a damn after you blow the poor deer to bits with a freaking cannon. And secondly who the fuck uses a cannon in the first place to shoot anything? It’s 2008 for Christ’s sake! Now the other example, my asshole grandfather, is more like entrapment rather than hunting. It’s like feeding your dog all year round and then shooting the fucker when the season starts, it’s just morally wrong. Its one thing if you actually go into the woods not knowing where you’re at, track something down on your own and then kill it. But when you feed the Goddamn things all year long and only have to look out your back door to shot the fucker what kind of sport is that?
Maybe it’s me and maybe I’m too new school to understand this whole hunting philosophy but honestly it doesn’t really make any fucking sense at all. It’s like me having a big fish tank in my back yard, raising the fish from babies to full grown, throwing a line in the tank with my fishing pole to catch one and telling you all that I caught the “big one” like I really did something special. Basically it’s “cheating” rather than “hunting”, you know what I mean? The bottom line here is that hunting because you’re hungry is one thing but if the grocery store is only a mile away then what’s the fucking point in going through all that shit just to eat a piece of meat?
DG













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