It's that time of year again . . .

I wish you had the "guts" to admit that you are a "contract killer" who likes other people do his "dirty" work.

 

Glad you got 'cha one, Padre!! Now------lets work out a deal like I had when I lived in Mississippi

I'll send you one of my wifey's Pecan Pies-----if you send me one of those back straps---my wifey can fry up strap that will absolutely melt in your mouth!!!

:thumbsup::thumbsup:

Theres lots of hunting here in Alabama--we live on my FIL's 250 acre cattle farm---but to be honest--I haven't found the time YET to get out there where they are

We also have a large flock(I guess you'd call them that) of Turkey---last count was 28 of um--all together---can't get close enough to um to tell if there's a Tom or two in the mix--even with a good pair of binoculars---Now--I'd like to get me one of those Toms

 

Turkey hunting is soooo much fun. Anytime you want me to come down there and call one in lemmme know..

 

Ok Padre, I'm going to prescribe that you watch one edition of "Bambi" and call Aaron and Webdog in the morning. After all, how in the world can you take pleasure in killing Bambi's mom and dad?

 

I'll type you an answer real slow....

Y E S! D A! J A! O U I! S I! H A I! N A ' A M! A N O! N A I! S H I!

I've been thinking on this subject and I've come to the conclusion that there's a bit of primitive something going on here. I come home and say to madre, "Man go woods. Hunt deer. I kill. Here's meat. Ugh. Me shower now." madre bats her baby blues and says, "Oooo, my man is king of forest." Actually she said I smelled like something in the forest but you get my point. Shoot, even the cat brings home the kill.

We have become so civilized it is pathetic. I blame Walt Disney and Kroegers.

• Walt Disney for duping several generations into believing that mice wear white gloves and talk in falsetto. That's not to forget the dog, the duck, the little girl mouse and poor little orphan Bambi. That was before the 60s! Anthropomorphism run amuck!
  
• And Kroegers? Our food is too clean. I bet there are folk who don't know where milk comes from let alone a steak. They'd stop eating eggs if they saw where those come from!

Everybody loves Bambi until you bounce one off the hood of your Prius! :thumbs:

 

We can justify anything if we just work at it. We justified taking human lives in war. It was called kill or be killed in the name of human rights. We were fighting for freedom.

It is ok to kill wildlife for human existence. Our forefathers did it. Afterall, we slaughter cattle, hogs, lambs and others on a daily basis for our existence.

Why not hunt deer? Personally, I think the hunt stops when it becomes sport. We just kill for the sake of killing.

There is a difference when the wildlife overpopulates and can't even feed themselves through a snowy winter. Hunting becomes a humane endeavour. Ever see the carcas of a deer that starved to death over a long winter? Not a pretty sight. That carcass hanging from a tree, stripped of hide and draining its blood is a far better sight. Both meat and hide become useful products.

Hunting has its place, but it is not my cup of tea.

Cheers,

Jim

 

The primitive talk reeks of Darwinism. We are God's image bearers, and He is as civilized as one gets, and what every man should strive to be. He doesn't kill for "sport" (and doesn't take pleasure in death) and neither should we.

 

Now that's a leap Evil Knievel would have been afraid to make. If your just trying to throw the Darwinism word around to get a reaction try it on someone else. Just a few generations ago folks were living off the land -hunting and raising crops - just to get by. Many had homes with no plumbing or central heat. By today's standard their lifestyle was considered primitive. I spent many summers helping my mother and grandmother canning fruit, vegetables and meat in the summer kitchen. Preserving your own food - often the product of your own garden, hunting or fishing - would be considered primitive. It's much more convenient to run down to the store and pick up a few things. It is not out of the realm of possibility that our nation may, some day, return to its former self when folks depended on their own industry to put food on the table. When and if that happens you will be glad to have someone hunt for you. History is replete with civilizations that were once prosperous who thought they had moved beyond such pedestrian pursuits such as hunting and foraging for food.

So He took no pleasure in the animal sacrifices under the Law? Consider the dedication of the Temple....

And Solomon offered a sacrifice of peace offerings, which he offered
unto the LORD, two and twenty thousand oxen, and an hundred
and twenty thousand sheep. So the king and all the children
of Israel dedicated the house of the LORD.
1 Kings 8:63 KJV
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It wouldn't be too hard to find someone to consider the killing of 22,000 oxen and 120,000 sheep just to dedicate a building to be nothing short of heinous. God took great pleasure in the sacrifice and overwhelmingly filled the Temple with His presence. 142,000 animals died on a single day. It had its purpose and place. Hunting of game has its purpose and place as well. You have so narrowed the definition of "sport" that it is impossible to have a reasoned discussion.

 

No, I didn't say it just to get a reaction. What you describe here is hardly "Man go woods. Hunt deer. I kill. Here's meat. Ugh. Me shower now." "Primitive" man never spoke that way. THAT is what reeked of Darwinism.

Non sequitur. Taking pleasure in a sacrifice and taking pleasure in killing for recreation are apples and airplanes.

 

It was supposed to reek of humor. Either I missed the mark or your funny bone is broken.

You've insisted that modern man does not need to hunt because the grocery store is busting at the seams with all sorts of food. That leaves, in your world, only blood lust as a reason for any man, woman or child to enter the woods to kill a deer. You've rejected any suggestions contrary to your own world view. You've drawn a single conclusion and label any that disagree as blood thirsty barbarians. Okay, you didn't use the actual words but the inference is certainly strong enough.

This past Tuesday nearly 200,000 animals were lined up for a religious sacrifice in Nepal. Barbary or devotion?

 

Happy Thanksgiving to all and may you enjoy your turkey whether it was shot by you, raised on a farm, or if it is made from tofu!

:laugh: :thumbsup:

 

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]No sportsman can ever feel much keener pleasure and self-satisfaction than when, after a successful stalk and good shot, he walks up to a grand elk lying dead in the cool shade of the great evergreens, and looks at the massive and yet finely moulded form, and at the mighty antlers which are to serve in the future as the trophy and proof of his successful skill. Still-hunting the elk on the mountains is as noble a kind of sport as can well be imagined; there is nothing more pleasant and enjoyable, and at the same time it demands that the hunter shall bring into play many manly qualities. ~Theodore Roosevelt Hunting Trips of a Ranchman
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Congrats, Padre!

 

Great quote! Perhaps the oppositite is true. The non-hunter trips to the grocery store brings out many sissy boy qualities. :laugh::laugh:

 

Not to get off the hunting topic, but this is a problem for a whole variety of reasons. We grow/raise/catch/kill about 80% of our food. We barter for much of the rest, so of that remaining 20%, I can tell you who grew or produced about 15% of it, where they grew it or what they fed it.

The idea that people just unquestioningly accept anonymous food in the grocery store is the biggest reason for many health problems.

It's also a terrible way to eat because the food has been bred for size and hardiness, not for taste or nutrition.

We have a severe overpopulation of deer here. The joke in our area is that you can always tell who the locals are because they're the ones with only one headlight (they knocked the other one out hitting a deer with their car).

 

This is the crux of my concern. People who hunt have already been pre-judged as to their motivations and goals...thus, they are found guilty by some here no matter what.

If I'm wrong, then I apologize for the leap to conclusions.

(re-iterating here: I do not hunt for trophies, nor do I approve of such).

 

Manly-man = Killin a Grizzly Bear with a Bowie knife…skinning and eating it…then after picking your teeth with the knife (Arkansas Toothpick)…you make love with your woman on your new rug in front of the fire place in the cabin you made with your own two hands, from the trees you killed, while Indian war drums are beating over the hill from those you took your land from...not to forget an open candle lit Bible sitting on the kitchen table.