I like Stumpys approach. Just because you choose to hunt, doesn't mean you need to rub it in with your mates if you know they are anti.
Presumably they do already know about your hunting ,to one degree or another, and it sounds like they are still friends. I guess that means they don't hold it against you
Forgotmaboltagain+1
As Stumpy says, it's easy to customise who gets to see your FB posts/shares. You can exclude certain individuals from seeing any given post, or add people to custom categories (school mates, work mates, vegetarians). All of that simply dodges the issue though. It's best just to agree to disagree.
You think you know someone, the you find out they vote for Party X, or believe in one (or many) more god(s) than you, or do/don't vaccinate their kids, or are vegetarians. Decide if the issue is a deal-breaker for your friendship. Even better, ask THEM if your hunting is a deal-breaker, since you're OK with their vegetarianism.
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+ 1 Fixed it @Gibo .. Mates missus said the other day how come you have only 20 or so friends on facebook. I have like 2000 she said.
I replied ummm mine are actually friends not imaginary friends you know like real people you ummm actually know..
. I know them and face plant is simply a vehicle to stay in touch and talk as most are not in the same place ... yep she went quiet ...
"This is my Flag... Ill only have the one ..
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.
Cheers
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
Some hunters may live in town. Yet I believe it's spending time in the country that gives you an understanding of a pest and how to deal with it. Those that have never left town won't understand. They just see the cute rabbit not the hole that it dug which broke your $3000 bulls leg, or the vegetables it ate you spent so long caring for.
Might as well beat your head against a brick wall instead of trying to explain it.
Ok thanks for all the comments.
Just posted up some photos so we will see how it all goes.
Right after someone posting about that dentist in Zimbabwe, ironic haha.
That's not actually true. He paid for a guided lion hunt on a not fenced in private land. The guides decided the best way to get a lion in front of this bloke was to kill an antelope, drive it into the national park where the lions were and drag it back to the private land so that the lion followed it out. While not ideal and not what he paid for but it's not a canned hunt by my definition and it's also not a lot different to a farmer putting salt licks out on the bush edge to attract deer or me feeding my duck pond to attract ducks.
The meat hunters don't like the trophy hunters cos they only take the antlers.
The trophy hunters don't like the meat hunters cos they shoot stags in velvet.
The deer hunters think duck hunters are lazy boozy bastards who just like shooting things.
The duck hunters think the deer hunters don't have the patience to wait for a duck and the skill to call it in.
Nobody likes the waro guys.
And the idiots on facebook don't understand how there can be any difference between any of the above groups. Can't we all just get along?
I have found the best answer to the above is to be all of the above!
As for dealing with veggies and greenies, I find the easiest way is to tell them that you don't push your morals apon them, they should do the same. I had a vegan fella end up coming on a few trips into Koranga forks area maybe half a dozen times, following JoshCs logic. He loved it, and realised killing wasn't the goal, and the act of taking a life wasn't relished. It was everything before and after that point in time that makes it addictive to most hunters.
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
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