some guy is hunting deer hunters not far from my house!

its like, holy shit!
I really dont know what to think about that guy,its like rambo style shit, and its..... that guy is fuckin nuts!

 

dress up like a deer

 

people hunting deer or people hunting deer hunters

 

lol
people hunting people

 

im not aposed to hunting deer hunters...its like balanceing out the system

 

thats real creepy man

 

A few years back there was a hunter who got killed here in Vermont by a deer. Apparently he shot a doe and the buck charged him after and killed him.

 

STORY OF THE <S>DAY</S> <S>WEEK</S> <S>MONTH</S> MOTHERFUCKING YEAR.

 

True story - for real

 

Well, I guess that's a more effective protest than those people who go out & bang drums to scare all the deer away from the popular hunting spots... Considering that all the hunters I used to know would just go to the back of the park & wait for the protesters to herd the deer into their scopes...

 

So...am I the only one here who isn't opposed to hunting?

 

I dont really care about it one way or another

 

I'm against hunting for the most part as most people do it for sport. Their primary concern is with tracking and killing, not with feeding themselves.

 

I've got no problem with hunting. Since the natural predators population is unnatrally low and the deer population is unnaturally high (both due to civilization) I'd even buy the argument that it's neccesary.

As far as why people do it--who cares.

 

That's why programs such as conserving natural areas and re-introducing wolfs into these natural areas as predators should be given more focus. Humans should be in balance with nature - not control it.

 

If I'm gonna make a return, I may as well do it in a thread about hunting.

My hunting experience was, for the most part, rather fun. Of course, I'd never say that to my mother, but for all intents and purposes it was frickin' fantastic. I identified and killed, like...well, let's see.

Jackrabbits.
Badger.
Pronghorn.
Dwarf (desert) owls.
I forget those frogs' names, but they come to spawn in the arroyos once a year. Found a whole pond full.
Saw coyotes, but didn't kill 'em. They were needed to eat the rabbits and such that I left in the desert.
And a porcupine. I swear, I saw a fucking porcupine. And my friend shot it with a .44 Magnum.
Saw a tortoise, but I didn't, nor did I let my friends kill it. Somethin to do with my Native American heritage that, by keeping a very small tradition, I respect everything turtle-and-tortoise like.

At first, was target practice with a metal drum. Then I saw the first death - a rabbit get torn in half by a mini-14 bullet. Kinda made me nauseous, but I suppose my killer instinct came about by my fourth claim.

Call me cruel. Call me savage. I call you the same. Nobody's truly innocent. Besides, I haven't hunted in over two years, and I only went hunting twice. Not that it excuses what I did, but then again, I don't need an excuse. If it were allowed, I'd be hunting humans.



Oh, by the way. I'm back. Woogity-woo.