Its a waste of time explaining it or trying to justify it. Just say, I like it so I do it. Just like they like to not eat meat etc
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If i could have a full time job shooting pests i'm up for over time.
hahahaha
Good one Happy
My son told me once that he had nearly 5000 friends on Faceplant.
I replied If they are really your friends you could easily Name Them.
He said What!
it was then that I pointed out that I was easily able to name ALL of my friends and give their addresses.
He didn't really have an answer for this but I could see he was thinking about it a little more critically.
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Pete
No Discussion on Vegans would be complete without.....
He sat down.
The waiter approached.
'Would you like to see the menu?' he said,
'or would you like meet the Dish of the Day?'
'Huh?' said Ford.
'Huh?' said Arthur.
'Huh?' said Trillian.
'That's cool,' said Zaphod, 'we'll meet the meat.'
- snip -
A large dairy animal approached Zaphod Beeblebrox's table,
a large fat meaty quadruped of the bovine type with
large watery eyes, small horns and what might almost have
been an ingratiating smile on its lips.
'Good evening', it lowed and sat back heavily on its haunches,
'I am the main Dish of the Day. May I interest you in the parts
of my body?'
It harrumphed and gurgled a bit, wriggled its hind quarters in
to a more comfortable position and gazed peacefully at them.
Its gaze was met by looks of startled bewilderment from
Arthur and Trillian, a resigned shrug from Ford Prefect and
naked hunger from Zaphod Beeblebrox.
'Something off the shoulder perhaps?' suggested the animal,
'Braised in a white wine sauce?'
'Er, your shoulder?' said Arthur in a horrified whisper.
'But naturallymy shoulder, sir,' mooed the animal contentedly,
'nobody else's is mine to offer.'
Zaphod leapt to his feet and started prodding and feeling
the animal's shoulder appreciatively.
'Or the rump is very good,' murmured the animal. 'I've been
exercising it and eating plenty of grain, so there's a lot
of good meat there.'
It gave a mellow grunt, gurgled again and started to chew
the cud. It swallowed the cud again.
'Or a casselore of me perhaps?' it added.
'You mean this animal actually wants us to eat it?' whispered
Trillian to Ford.
'Me?' said Ford, with a glazed look in his eyes, 'I don't mean
anything.'
'That's absolutely horrible,' exclaimed Arthur, 'the most revolting
thing I've ever heard.'
'What's the problem Earthman?' said Zaphod, now transfering his
attention to the animal's enormous rump.
'I just don't want to eat an animal that's standing there
inviting me to,' said Arthur, 'It's heartless.'
'Better than eating an animal that doesn't want to be
eaten,' said Zaphod.
'That's not the point,' Arthur protested. Then he thought about it
for a moment. 'Alright,' he said, 'maybe it is the point. I don't
care, I'm not going to think about it now. I'll just ... er ... I
think I'll just have a green salad,' he muttered.
'May I urge you to consider my liver?' asked the animal,
'it must be very rich and tender by now, I've been force-feeding
myself for months.'
'A green salad,' said Arthur emphatically.
'A green salad?' said the animal, rolling his eyes disapprovingly
at Arthur.
'Are you going to tell me,' said Arthur, 'that I shouldn't have
green salad?'
'Well,' said the animal, 'I know many vegetables that are
very clear on that point. Which is why it was eventually
decided to cut through the whoile tangled problem and breed
an animal that actually wanted to be eaten and was capable of
saying so clearly and distinctly. And here I am.'
It managed a very slight bow.
'Glass of water please,' said Arthur.
'Look,' said Zaphod, 'we want to eat, we don't want to make
a meal of the issues. Four rare stakes please, and hurry.
We haven't eaten in five hundred and sevebty-six thousand
million years.'
The animal staggered to its feet. It gave a mellow gurgle.
'A very wise coice, sir, if I may say so. Very good,' it
said, 'I'll just nip off and shoot myself.'
He turned and gave a friendly wink to Arthur.
'Don't worry, sir,' he said, 'I'll be very humane.'
It waddled unhurriedly off to the kitchen.
From the book "The Restaurant at the End of the Universe" by Douglas Adams
I wouldnt touch faeces bookwith a 40'barge pole.Nought pisses me off more than having to sit round and listen to incessant crap about who said what to who on the fuckling thing!
same at work -sheilas always on the fucking thing! min d you ,they barely tolerate me as i periodically give one or two a sool upif they get up me nose.
BTW-anyone see they latest shit on Cecil-some wanky journo quoting an anonymous source(not allowed to speak to journos but conveniently forgot or is $10.00 too much)says the bastards brother got bowled too.bugger me - in the next breath some rather big conservation official in charge where the bro is supposed to live says "dead -is he..news to me,..was very much alive and breathing when I saw him" ,obviously very recently!zimbabwe though -corrupt as fuck so who knows what the truth is.
those PETA c...nts wanted to hunt the yank down and exterminate him-arseholes showing their real colours eh.
sheila at work is always putting that SAFE shit up.
"Specific Animals For Eating propaganda again eh what"earned me an earful,not that i give a flying fuck!
If you post photos of your game then also post photos of it on the plate or just out of the oven. Stops the "oh what do you do with them" brigade and also shows that you hunt for food and not for killing or live target practice as some idiots believe. Be aware that you will never appease radical eco nazi vegans. A friend of mine who is a vegan is getting shit from ultra vegans because she rides horses, has a cat and wears wool. Apparently this is taboo to ultra radical vegans. If wearing wool is a burning at the stake offence then I guess you will never convince these people that hunting is OK.
"Hunting and fishing" fucking over licenced firearms owners since ages ago.
308Win One chambering to rule them all.
@Krameranzac veganism core principles aren't about what's right for you, like vegetarianism, its about avoiding the exploitation of animals. When people are avoiding leather or wool to wear synthetics which pollute this planet in it's manufacture then there is no arguing with people like that. They can't see the forest for the trees
This is somewhat related to the topic, so bare with me....
I decided to post a piece to Stuff.co.nz earlier this week in the hope of shedding a little light on the Cecil situation, touching on some relevant facts which weren't being widely reported at the time - Cecil the lion's death not 'black and white' | Stuff.co.nz
Of the 125 comments, 3/4 of them are absolutely ludicrous, taking quotes out of context and drawing illogical conclusions. It's been quite disheartening to discover the level of stupidity that is rife here in our 'enlightened' country.
In terms of explaining hunting to Vegetarians and animal lovers, in case it's of any help, the guys at NZ Hunter Adventures posted a nice clip about their motivations for hunting, along the same lines as the amazing Donnie Vincent piece. We've also recently posted a clip which may go some way in helping you demonstrate to a non hunter why you choose to hunt -
Dave - The Red Stag Timber Hunters Club
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The range of what we think and do is limited by what we fail to notice. And because we fail to notice that we fail to notice, there is little we can do to change; until we notice how failing to notice shapes our thoughts and deeds
I think it was Einstein that once said "The difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has its limits."
Humans didn't fight and claw their way to the top of the food chain just to eat grass !!!!!
Hunting is relaxing just like Yoga except I get to kill something.
If it Flies it dies and if it hops it drops.
Nice. Here's another couple of goodies I've found myself putting to use lately -
* It's hard to win an argument with an intelligent person, it's impossible to win one with an idiot.
* Arguing with a vegan about hunting is like playing chess with a Pigeon, it knocks over all the pieces and craps on the board, then struts around as if it's won the game
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