So I happened to randomly turn on the TV and there’s this show on about bow hunting (no, not wolverine hunting). I’m sitting here watching for a few minutes and they’re talking about drawing from the sitting position and tracking an animal across the hunters field of vision. Pff. Animal. A bit euphimistic. They mean beautiful elk or white tailed dear. The hunters have all this specialized gear: camouflaged pants, jacket, hat, and even face covering. The bows are compound bows with all kinds of pulleys and laser sights and clip on quivers. Pretty cool gear, but it’s all to kill a fantastic animal who happens to wonder in front of their virtually invisible blinds. The poor animal just wants to eat a few leaves and instead it gets a carbon fiber arrow in its eyeball. Ow.
Also, I should say I’ve been hunting myself. This is also how I know it’s not for me. I’ve killed a few pheasants, geese, and ducks in my day. As a kid. At least when you’re fishing you can throw the fish back.
Sigh, I’m really not a whacked out left-wing liberal. I just don’t get where the fun in killing animals comes from. It’s a bit creepy.
Actually, there IS one situation I might want to shoot an animal actually. When I’m shooting with my Nikon. Hah! Nah, I didn’t think that joke was funny either. Sigh.
Also everyone on this show is a southern white guy with stringy facial hair and a mullet. Ok, I added the mullet. I don’t believe in stereotyping people. But, jeez, make it a little harder would ya? Maybe if you had Oprah out there taking down a polar bear with a lasso and an icepick, I’d be a little more open minded about it all. I don’t think cultural diversity is a high priority here. Gah. Now I’m just being silly.
