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True, but with a lot of deer it's not even so much playing "survival of the fittest" so much as it's "prevent the entire herd from starving and stripping the region clear of anything green". Not perfect, but I can see the wisdom behind it.

And did you send them to a starving village? I'm sure a bunch of starving Somalians would like nothing more than a cardboard UPS box full of eight day old roadkill deer

/nods at Moe

I rough-shoot (Walking through fields and woodland with a shotgun and a dog for tracking and retrieving). Pheasant, grouse, partridge, duck etc. Depends on the season, but always for the oven or the freezer.

I don't even like peg shooting (a bunch of haw-haw's standing at designated places while beaters scare the birds towards them) - might as well go shoot em in a cage.

I have hunted deer, but as part of a cull. I remember watching a 70 year old gamekeeper having to wipe the tear from his eyes as he aimed at an old stag that was selected for the cull. He'd watched it grow over the years but it's time had come. Just something that needs doing.

Simple mathematics. If an area can sustain a herd of say 20, and the herd grows to 25, the whole herd is undernourished. Still-births and illness take their toll now we have no natural predators left (The haw-haw's wiped out Britain's wolves and bears centuries ago).

That said, plants deserve everything the little green evil fUckers get.

Yeah but those weaker ones they don't shoot at grow up to be the bigger ones next year. Gives them all a chance to rise to the top. And the only reason they're bigger is because they haven't been killed yet.


As for vegetarians I could care less what someone else chooses to eat. The problem I have is when they try to preach and push it on to everyone else.

I don't hunt because I would have a rough time killing anything. My brother and I had pet chicks when we were little, and they grew up to be a cute pair, but contracted moquillo (not sure what that is in English), and when the rooster died, the hen had to be sacrificed. My grandfather tried to teach my mother to wring its neck, and she cried the whole time and ended up with the poor thing running around the yard with its neck at a right angle before my granpa took pity on it and finished it off.

I cry at goddamn Pampers commercials, so I couldn't do it, but I do love the taste of meat so I'd be a hypocrite if I decried eating it.

Why? Moquillo, choking (and grandpa, natch) killed the only chicken I ever loved!

Distemper! That's what it was.

We didn't smoke them, we wrung their necks! Duh.

You jest, but when I was in Alaska, they take Elk and Moose hit by cars to be dressed and used in soup kitchens. Now I will admit that when you hit a moose or an elk, the police are usually involved. So the meat is fresh when it is collected.


Just another amusing but useless factoid from my travels.