[email protected] (Mark D) wrote:
>Why's that Sheldon?
>I gather from this you not only hate Venison, but hate people who hunt?
>
>If so, maybe you have gotten a wrong imprssion at some point in your
>life, perhaps a bad childhhod memory that soured you against the sport,
>and those that partake in it? Honestly, I don't know?
>
>I've hunted in my younger years, pretty much small game, and Fowl, but
>never Deer Hunting, and enjoy Target, and Trap/Skeet.
>
>While I'll eat Venison if it's prepared properly, I personally dislike
>the thought also of killing Deer.... but I have no qualms about those
>that wish to, provided they do so in a legal, and responsible manner.
>Yes, there's always the clowns who give the "sport" a bad rep.
I hunt, but I don't hunt deer anymore. My son is the fanatic there.
Call me a wuss, but I know I just can't shoot a deer again. I don't
know why - guess I've become soft. However, if you lived here where
the deer are thicker than flies, you'd be hopinig SOMEONE kills a few
thousand of them. The car/deer accident numbers are off the charts
here. In the last 5 years, we have personally had 4 insurance claims
for the same. One of them, the deer came through the windshield and
put my son in the hospital. Turn out of my driveway and head down the
country road just after dawn or before dusk - both sides of the road
look like a deer farm. I usually stop mowing the field next to the
house just before fall arrives. It provides cover for them, and most
any evening, I can step out the front door, walk 20 feet left, shine a
light and see dozens of pairs of eyes looking at me - all of them
bedded down for the night, right out in the field - and we're infested
with coyotes, but AFAIK they have never attacked any of them in the
field. Also, while people hunt deer just off the way and behind the
treeline, they can't shoot deer in the field next to my house. First
of all, the distance rule is involved and secondly, everyone around
here knows I don't allow it and it's posted. A few friends come here
and that's it. My son doesn't even hunt here, he goes to a different
county, because a friend has a few thousand acres, and it's a much
nicer place to go to and spend some time relaxing. A garden is
impossible here. Two times, I have had does leap the fence into the
immediate yard where the dogs stay, panic, and totally destroy my
fence trying to get out. I think they're beautiful, but they're also
just short of vermin sometimes.
--
The Doc says my brain waves closely match those of a crazed ferret.
At least now I have an excuse.