GrinningManiac said:
I'm not going to eat it, and even if I was, I could have easily gone to the shops and eaten an animal that was bred for the purpose, not one that was bred for the sake of being killed at some point (or worse still, a wild animal)
Uh, what? Meat comes from live animals who are killed, and whether they're "bred for it" or not they still suffer and die to become it.
That's why before I became too crippled to hunt anymore, I used to do so. I unfortunately have vegetable sensitivity (yeah, it exists) so I HAVE to eat meat most of the time, and I still can't find enough sources of humanely-killed meat in the supermarket. I have to eat hamburgers and lunchmeat and fried chicken and stuff, but it's not lost to me that animals died so I could live.
I respect their sacrifices, and sign lots of petitions to try and get it so they have better lives and suffer less before they get to our tables. It's the least I can do, and some measures are slowly coming through, thank goodness.
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Anyway, when one hunts, at least then they know that the animal they're taking down has had a good, natural life. And if they get a clean kill, then the animal didn't have to suffer. That's where respect for living things comes in, and why I can relate heavily to this article.
I hunted for three years in a row as a teen and young adult, getting up at 3 am to get ready, setting out at 4, staking out a pre-determined spot of high deer traffic I'd discovered before, and starting the wait into late-morning to noon. I know the game tried to capture that feeling, but there's NOTHING like the real thing. When you have to be absolutely still, becoming part of the land, gauging wind direction so they don't scent you... Lots of the time they still SENSE you.
You have to become one with nature. You have to become more than an average human. When you find this state of mind, your own senses sharpen. You can hear a caterpillar chewing a leaf thirty feet away. You can smell at least five species of plants. You can see every detail of tree bark for a quarter of a mile. You can feel life all around you.
I've spotted other animals, gotten to watch parts of their lives before my eyes. I even got rewarded for my long hours of patience by seeing a buck worthy of a trophy... But I didn't take the shot. Because a clean shot did not present itself; the rascal somehow managed to only stop his brisk walking with his heart behind a tree-trunk. Every single time, heh.
But I do not regret that I never came home with a deer. Nor do I consider any of those hunts failures. The hunt ITSELF is what was a spiritual experience, not a kill. Though that of course I'm sure would come with mixed-feelings but triumph among them.
Getting in touch with your senses is magical. Humans aren't as instinctless as we seem nowadays. We're capable of so much more sensitivity. And it often takes a hunt to bring it out of you.
But yeah, then you have yahoos with guns who just wanna kill things. Who don't care that the animal they shoot is a living thing with feelings. Those are the guys you wanna watch out for because you don't know what they might do to their fellow men... And there's incidents where people see movement and shoot. Resulting in dead pets, livestock, and even other people. There's even sickos with "hunting shows" on tv who sit there and boast over a still crying animal, who I seriously would have reported to an agency had I known how to (I saw those when I was a kid).
(Ugh, and that's not even getting into trophy-hunters... Sorry, but if you kill something, you should use ALL of it and use it to sustain your own life. That's the other part of real vs simulated hunting.)
I wouldn't be against having an ethics-test to get a hunting license, personally. But I can see why that wouldn't be the case too. Regardless though, thanks for this article, Rob. I'm glad you were capable of the pride of a true hunter after learning this hard lesson. A real hunter is one who hunts. Otherwise they're just a killer.