I think modern hunter are pretty funny group for what they stand for. The typical ESPN day for a hunter consists of hiding and staying quiet in the bushes with a special camouflage to help conceal what animals shouldn't be seeing. Then quietly, the hunter stays still like a statue crapped on by pigeons...letting nothing bother them except what's in their rifle's crosshair. After a few hours of sitting on their asses doing nothing but spit dip, something that has successfully survived in the wildlife on it's own comes walking by....a hundred feet away...which the proud hunter shoots dead. Then to celebrate his kill, the hunter screams and breathe like he just won the world series......
damn rednecks.....lol
As far as I care, hunting is a gay sport and shouldn't even be called a sport...It's far from what it used to only be used for...survival and consumption. ...It is enough that we got farms inbreding animals into food so there is no need to cheat a wild animal of it's life, especially with the pussy ass tactics hunters use today. If you want to hunt something and call it a sport, the modern hunter needs to face off against something that will eat it back. Also, he gets nothing more than spears and daggers made out of twigs and rocks to go for the kill. Only then will it ever be considered a sport....and only then will I ever respect it.
Of course, there's also those snotty city slickers who run off to Africa to "feel alive" killing something....they are just as bad.
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damn rednecks.....lol
As far as I care, hunting is a gay sport and shouldn't even be called a sport...It's far from what it used to only be used for...survival and consumption. ...It is enough that we got farms inbreding animals into food so there is no need to cheat a wild animal of it's life, especially with the pussy ass tactics hunters use today. If you want to hunt something and call it a sport, the modern hunter needs to face off against something that will eat it back. Also, he gets nothing more than spears and daggers made out of twigs and rocks to go for the kill. Only then will it ever be considered a sport....and only then will I ever respect it.
Of course, there's also those snotty city slickers who run off to Africa to "feel alive" killing something....they are just as bad.
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