i`m no fan of killing animals either, scott....matter of fact i rarely eat red meat anymore....
BUT.....i used to date a vegan....and from eating all that cabbage and broccoli etc,there is a very real issue involving the shame/curse of uncontrollable sonic boom farts occurring at the most inopportune times....
and believe me,vegan farts make hamster vomit seem quite pleasant...
isn`t hippo a vegan?
She may be....
but...
there is no substantiated truth to the rumors that she ignited two sonic boomers within the confines of her bloomers.
..........................................................:shrug: not sure why I bother to respond. If you don't want to hunt, fine. I just don't understand the need to belittle those who do.
Scott, your childhood stories are disturbing. Sounds like you had a real bloodlust.
...............................................................you can't equate hunting with killing, and if you do, you just don't get it.
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I know what your saying about seeing other wildlife and being out there in the woods.
But that is about the stupidest thing I have ever seen from you.
You still have to put a bullet in the deer and hope it will not be wounded and run 200-300 yds.
I have tracked blood signs with my grandfather, a long ways. And then found the deer still breathing in a heap.
Then what do you have to do while looking at the dieing animal.
So that's not about killing huh you big moose ?
............................................................That's killing; it's not hunting. Like I said, why did I bother. :shrug:
Geez Louise
my memory was just jogged about when I decided against hunting anymore.
I was my grandfather , I called Pa. We were deep in the woods and he put me out in a stand and went down to his spot.
It was cold and I remember thinking, what am I doing here freezing my ass off in the dark.
When the sun came up after a hour or so , I heard a shot. Then another.
He came up towards me and told me he had got one and come with him.
I got down out of the stand and we tracked the deer by his blood going through the snow. It seemed like forever before we found it.
The deer was layging there bleeding in the snow. It was a four pointer. Not a very big deer. He was breathing hard and his tongue was hanging out.
My grandfather told me to shoot it. I protested but he insisted I shoot it. I had a Remington 30.06
with a 4x scope. I looked through the scope and fired. It missed. Now my grandfather was pissed. He said , don't look through the scope, Just point it and shoot him. So as the deer looked up at me still breathing hard , I shot him in the head.
After that I told my grandfather I didnt want to kill deer anymore. He said just wait and see how you feel about it next season.
I never killed another deer after that day.
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