“Hunting”

I know saying this may get me killed…and of course it will just be written off as a “hunting accident”…right Dick Cheney…but it must be said. I am not a fan of hunting, at least not in the traditional sense anyway, I think it is very cowardly and unsportsmanlike.

 

Now don’t get me wrong, if you are hunting for survival and utilizing every part of the animal you kill like the American Indians did then I can understand it and even appreciate it, however, if you are hunting for the so-called “sport” of it… where you “hide” out and wait for an unsuspecting animal to come by then blow its brains out, take it home, stuff it and hang it on your wall as some kind of trophy…like as if you really accomplished something… then that I don’t understand and think you’re a punk ass mofo…not hating, just saying.

 

Also, so you know…and before all the rednecks start attacking me thinking I’m some kind of vegetarian and/or one of those crazy ass PETA people…I love meat, I will eat the crap out of a good steak while wearing a leather suit just like Eddie Murphy in Raw…I just don’t think it’s all that sporting and/or something to brag about. To me it’s like cheating on a test…sure you get the end result you were looking for…but in all reality did you really put fourth any effort or skill?

 

You really want to hunt for sport…fine…we’ll take two of you hunters, lock you up together and let you have at it…the survivor gets to live to see another day…the loser gets barbequed and sent across the world to be fed to starving children...it’s a win, win situation for everyone involved.

 

You think you’re a tough guy…well then go wash the animal pee off you, come out of hiding and put down the gun and go kill that animal with your bare hands and/or a knife…then you’ll have something to brag about…well that is unless you’re planning on beating up Bambi and/or Thumper…then in that case you’re still a wuss.

 

So to all you Elmer Fudds out there…take off the camouflage, put down the gun and the beer (guns and beer…that’s what you call a redneck Reeses…way better than peanut butter and chocolate) and go find yourself a new hobby…like maybe needlepoint or suicide bomber…for our side of course, take one for the team…you are a patriot aren’t you (Git’r’done for the US of A).

 

MJM