In a comments thread somewhere 'down there', my e-pal, JK, draws attention to a hunting story:
http://www.grindtv.com/outdoor/excursions/post/hunters-spark-outrage-by-killing-white-spirit-moose/
If like me you are of a delicate disposition do not read it! When it comes to hunting for sport, as opposed to hunting for food, I just do not 'get it'. In particular, when it comes to those three dim-wits with their high-powered rifles and telescopic sights, standing around the corpse of their prey with big dopey grins on their faces, I am minded to seize their guns and tell them, to use a current Americanism, that 'they can run but they can't hide' before sending a warning shot over their thick heads. I mean, what is the point of it all? What have they achieved? And did shooting that magnificent creature require courage or real skill? Nah! Just sit around waiting at a very safe distance before pulling a trigger. Now, if the 'sport' consisted of going into the forest alone armed only with a spear, as our ancestors had to do, then I would call that 'a sport' because at least it would require courage and skill and the intended victim has a chance. Gazing at those smug bastards striking poses over the dead body of that slaughtered animal, what I wanted to see was an enraged grizzly bear burst out of the bushes determined to even the score. See how those 'sportsmen' liked 'them apples'!
