|Not that I hunt or anything...
||[Nov. 20th, 2005|02:01 pm]
This could be interesting. I've always said that if a hunter wants to impress me with his kill then he needs to leave all that hightech redneck gear at the house, strip down to his skin on the coldest day of winter and venture into the forest with nothing other than a buck knife for the kill. If then you can come back with a mountable head for the den, you have my respect. I do not see the challenge in using high powered, high caliber, scoped out rifles and all the other deer/duck/quail/badger/whatever summoning gadgets of the day. Where's the skill in that? Anybody can, theoretically, bring home a decent kill with all that. I'd rather just employ myself a middle man, one who engages in deep fryer technology preferably, than get up that damned early--on my day off, ferchistsakes--when it's that damned cold and go sit and wait for some creature to wander into my carefully plotted death trap. Go ahead and argue evolution and the adaptability of our species to be superior in every way to nature. I laugh in your face. Our only presentable advantages over the majority of the animal kingdom is opposable thumbs and the propensity to kill just for the sheer joy of it. Yes, we are well ahead in the game of life, aren't we?
Although I do see the above mentioned archaic device getting upgraded into the twentyfirst century, being made from 'far superior materials' than wood. Let me tell you something about wood. It really does grow on trees. Go make your own fucking atlatl, go out there and slay a deer with an arrow you also made yourself from a tree branch and then I'll see if I can spare some time to be impressed with your alpha-male-gone-into-overdrive tendencies.
Go on. What are you waiting for?
*cross posted in my LJ*