My ex, a former multiple rifle owner and Scituate-born country boy who, come the Apocalypse, would be The guy to follow into the wilderness if you want to survive, has taken to challenging sport hunters to make it literally "sporting" by giving up the guns and going "mano a mano" with the critters. (As you say.) Or at least using nothing more than a knife in hand. And canned hunts make him spit in contempt.
He thinks that as long as meat can be raised (humanely) and gotten conveniently/cheaply enough, hunting for it oneself when there are other options is more about ego than economy. I guess he's mostly known the wrong sort of hunter (i.e., his alcoholic Marine drill sergeant dad).
I don't mind if the hunter is experienced enough to get in one clean kill shot so the critter doesn't even know what hit it. It's the drunken ones who can't target properly that worry me. (And, of course, how does a hunter get to be experienced enough to get a clean shot? By practicing before they get that good. :-/)
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Date: 2010-01-06 01:04 am (UTC)He thinks that as long as meat can be raised (humanely) and gotten conveniently/cheaply enough, hunting for it oneself when there are other options is more about ego than economy. I guess he's mostly known the wrong sort of hunter (i.e., his alcoholic Marine drill sergeant dad).
I don't mind if the hunter is experienced enough to get in one clean kill shot so the critter doesn't even know what hit it. It's the drunken ones who can't target properly that worry me. (And, of course, how does a hunter get to be experienced enough to get a clean shot? By practicing before they get that good. :-/)