A friend sent me a video the other day and I just haven’t been able to dismiss it. It looks like it’s been around for awhile, so you may have seen it at some point.
OK, assuming you’ve now seen it, let me just say that I can’t recall in recent memory seeing anything with so many things to offend my senses as that right there. I’m busy–have been busy–so let me be brief:
1. I have never understood most forms of "sport hunting," especially when there’s little or no sport in it. Tell you what: I will bow at your feet and kiss your toes if you go out in the brush with a spear and knife and bag an adult lion and live to tell about it. Letting one out of a cage to stand around bewildered and curious while you stand around pretending you’re on a "hunt" until the point that you decide to "take ‘im" earns you my ridicule and scorn. I’m far too selfish to ever lower myself to such depths of ill-respect.
2. Bow hunters have my respect. Those who eat their kills (the norm for bow hunters) have even more of it.
3. I was raised with the value (we hunted deer, birds, and we fished) that hunting is to combine sport with getting food. That’s still my value and I see no reason to change it.
4. I just always wondered what people were saying about themselves by killing an animal, stuffing it, and hanging it up as a trophy. Look, I’m not saying that "public policy" should in any way speak to these issues, but I reserve the right, as an individual, to kind of just wonder what you think you’re made of when you go and do that.
5. In the subject video, where the hell are the .45 sidearms for just such eventualities? In that panic (fairly understandable), it’s a wonder someone didn’t get shot with all those muzzles waving around, coupled to triggers clutched by very agitated fingers.
You know, I think it all boils down to this: real hunters often come home empty handed and understand how that makes what they do a sport.
In case you’re wondering, no, I personally could never bring myself to kill anything so beautiful and regal as a proud lion, unless it involved some variation of a conflict between the valid interests of human beings and those of lions. Why? Because, as with other such wonderful beasts, they symbolize certain things that are far too important to me to just go killing them for no good reason.