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They Call Me The Hunter
My take on hunting.
Okay, that title is misleading. It's from an old blues song that Paul Rodgers covered about 20 years ago, and Led Zeppelin stole part of in How Many More Times? (side note: what song didn't they steal something from?)
I read a story the other day about a hunter that got messed up by a bear. The part that freaked me out is when they said the bear knocked out the guys eye. Ouch!
The funny story I read is about a hunter that bagged his animal. And, as he was going to check out his kill, well, he set his gun down. Usually not a bad idea. But, his dog stepped on the gun, and it shot the guy. Now...maybe I'm a jerk for admitting this. But I laughed hysterically. Here's why.
I'm not some PETA guy. I eat meat. But something about hunting is a bit odd to me. Shooting animals, and watching them twitch as they die, and dragging their bloody carcass out of there.
Now, I've been backstage and heard Ted Nugent talk about hunting, and eating all the animals he kills; even donating extra meat to homeless shelters (and volunteering and cooking it for them).
To me, though, when they say it's "sport", I laugh. The animals aren't armed.
A sport is shooting a ball through a hoop, or kicking it between goal posts.
So, this is why when they run from the bulls in Spain, and I see someone take a horn in the behind...or a hunter shoots his friend in the bushes thinking it's game, or a bear knocks out an eye...well, I guess it is a sport.
And you lost.
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