I watched a program last night I had recorded called ‘When
animals attack’ I think it was number 8 if you want to check it out, but they
had this old fella on there who was talking about Nile Crocodiles alongside a
teacher in Africa who had survived an attack by one as he was swimming.
This old boy was a retired game hunter who had killed
over 800 crocs in his time and was as proud as punch of this fact and I quote “I
respect Crocs but I love to kill em”. This old fart and his hard on for
shooting animals rubbed me right up the wrong way, as it always does, why do
some hunters think that the person behind the firearm is apparently greater in the
hunt than then animals they are killing.
I’m not going to slam hunting entirely because I’d be a hypocrite,
especially as I went fishing this week for the first time in almost 20 years, albeit
just to catch some common Bleak with my two young sons as they were keen to try
fishing. Plus I eat meat, I love meat, and animals die to give me this meat. I
even understand that at times some animals need to be culled for various
reasons. But what gets right under my skin is the excitement and sense of
ultimate manhood some hunters get about their kill and this is especially true of
big game hunters.
If you really must kill something for nothing other than to
get your rocks off or for an ugly trophy on your wall then at least see if for
what it is, an (apparent) advanced form of intelligent life using a weapon that
can fire at distance to kill defenceless animals. Don’t sit there stroking your
ego making your supposed achievement sound like the battle of all battles, man
against beast in an epic primal encounter where only the strongest will
survive..... No your hid behind a bush with a firearm, woooooo what a tough
guy.
If you want that accolade get yourself in training, pump
those weights, take no end of mixed martial arts classes and then get in the
swap and kill that croc with your bare hands. Go running face on to the prides
biggest male Lion and stick one on his chin, dive into the deep blue sea with a
paper cut and get a great white shark in a headlock so you can pull its teeth
out for your ever so manly necklace. Do this, and even though you’re still
killing animals for “fun” at least you have some right to sit their smugly safe
in the knowledge you pitted your wits and strength against big game on a level
(ish) playing field.
What a complete bunch of cowardly HCuntsman they
are.
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