WhistlingBadger
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Oh, mercy, I'm not sure this is the place to go into that. But I will try. I suspect you don't really want to know why I hunt; you seem to just want to criticize me for doing so. But you asked, so I'll do my best. I am happy to talk about these things; if anything I say sounds angry, I don't mean it that way. But I do feel the need to be rather blunt, so forgive me if this comes across as offensive. Again, I don't mean it that way.Why do you hunt?
Do you live in a primitive environment and there no store close to you?
Forgive me I just don't understand the need..or the desire to kill.?
Please don't use the excuse.. to cull the population. If we lived in balance with nature, the wolves and bears would do that.
You asked forgiveness for not understanding the desire to kill. Not necessary. I hunt for many reasons; I suspect a lot of them would be incomprehensible to you, and that is OK with me. But as for not understanding the need to kill, I think you might be conveniently forgetting a few simple realities.
Yes, I live close to several grocery stores. But guess what. That meat at the store? That was a live animal, too, and it probably lived a rather horrible life, and someone killed it. Those vegetables at the store? Animals died so those veggies could grow. Yes, even the "organic" ones. Nothing, including you, lives without something else dying. That's just the way the world works. If you buy meat at a store, you are still responsible for the death of that animal; you're just hiring someone else to do your dirty work for you. I prefer to do my own killing, and embrace the reality that, by the very act of eating, I am taking responsibility for the death of another living thing.
So. I go out in the wilderness with my bow or my rifle. I learn an animal's habits, blend into its environment, match its skill against mine, and, if all goes well, remove that animal from the flow of life, pack it out of the wilderness on my back (or if I'm really lucky, drive up to it and load it into my truck), bring it home and butcher it, so its body can feed me and my family. Sometimes, as an added bonus, I get a pretty set of antlers to hang on my wall or a pretty fur that I can make into beautiful things. More often than not, the animal wins and I come home empty-handed. And yes, I love and savor every moment of the experience, including the sadness and elation of the kill. I love and respect that animal in a way I suspect you couldn't possibly understand.
Oh, and yes, culling the population is much more than an excuse. But since you seem to have bears and wolves all figured out, out there on Barbados, I will refrain from disturbing your peace.
If you really think that you are on some sort of moral high ground because you go to the supermarket and buy meat from an animal that was killed by someone else at a feed lot or factory farm, you probably live in a different world from me and I'm not sure there's anything for us to discuss. But I have answered the best I can.