Trophy hunting as conservation is a myth. Corrupt people get rich. Animal populations continue to plummet in the majority of situations
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Back in my day we used spears and wore loincloth. Kids these days...
"In order to maintain a tolerant society, the society must be intolerant of intolerance." Paradox of tolerance
Your first statement seems inconsistent. You question people's opinion that hunters have fun killing animals, and then go on to suggest that its about the sport of hunting.
If you do something for sport, then you're inherently doing it for your enjoyment. That pleasure doesn't cease when the sport ends in your target's death.
LOL.
"You didn't stand there and let the lions family attack you!"
No fan of trophy hunting myself, but this line of thinking is fucking moronic.
Don't really get the point in the thread.
Someone explain it to me.
"Sport" gives the implication that there is an equal chance of winning or loosing. I don't see how this can be a sport if the other team doesn't know it's playing.
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If someone shoots, or even kills, a member of your family and you and your family try to attack him and he got away, you would be singing a whole different tune.
"It is not wise to judge others based on your own preconceptions or by their appearances."
Humans > animals.
Even when humans are being the animals.
Doesn't look very cowardly, it actually looks like they are great at it.
You would prefer the hunters shoot more lions?
The wise wolf who's pride is her wisdom isn't so sharp as drunk.
Hunters don't hunt for the kill they hunt for the thrill of the hunt the challenge of pitting yourself against the animal. The kill is just one part of the whole.
I hunted a mountain lion once its nothing like hunting a deer. He had made a den in a cave behind a deer stand in west Texas and stole a deer I shot. We walk around in the dark all the time there so we couldn't just let him stay in the area.
I took one friend of mine and we went in with pistols because of how thick the brush was around the den. Slowly we crept to the cave I had my .357 drawn ready to fire should the cat attack. As we reached the mouth of the cave the cat let out a growl good God that sound was chilling. Still we entered the cave but as we did the cat silently slinked out a back passage that opened up to the outside just as we entered. Like a ghost it was gone.
Cat got away but that's fine because its called hunting not killing. I will never forget that hunt as long as I live but I feel no need to hunt a cat again. No way I could ever top stalking a mountain lion in his own den with just a pistol.
Last edited by Nathreim; 2017-05-27 at 05:12 PM.