Friday, June 29, 2018

They Hunt!

Young Hunter with Canadian Goose and 20 gauge 870

A few years ago, a relative of mine was visiting his sister in a Midwestern college town. The sister and her husband have done well. They have two lovely children and are in the upper middle class. The husband is an entrepreneur and a developer. The sister and kids are athletic.

My relative is an accomplished woodsman, hunter, and shooter. He is not above a play on words or a practical joke.  He shares an opinion with Thomas Jefferson. Ball games do not impress him. He followed Jefferson's advise on exercise:
"...I advise the gun. While this gives a moderate exercise to the body, it gives boldness, enterprize, and independance to the mind. Games played with the ball and others of that nature, are too violent for the body and stamp no character on the mind. Let your gun therefore be the constant companion of your walks."1
He taught his children how to shoot at an early age. Their home is on the edge of semi-wilderness. Bears in the yard are not uncommon. The garden has to be protected from deer and rabbits. Wolves roam nearby.

He accompanied his sister to a local soccer practice. The kids were playing and the half dozen other soccer moms were in conversation.

One of them attempted to include the brother. She asked if he had children. He said he did.

How many? A boy and a girl.

She politely asked: Do your kids play soccer?

No, he said, they don't play soccer.

Do they play basketball?

No, they don't play basketball?

Do they play baseball?

No, he said, they don't play baseball.

By this time the other soccer moms were interested and were listening intently to the exchange.

The questioner asked, finally, What do your kids do?

The brother said, nonchalantly, deadpan, with a slight shrug, as if it were of no particular interest:

"They kill stuff."

Six jaws dropped toward the floor. The sister, with only the slightest of hesitations, exclaimed:  They're hunters!  They hunt!

The sister's children are also accomplished hunters. Her husband hunts as well.

Part of hunting is killing. Killing used to be an understood necessity. All of society understood the necessity a hundred years, or even sixty years ago.

I told an 88-year-old friend, who tends liberal, and who lives in the same mid-western college town, of the exchange, which happened more than a decade ago.

She burst out laughing. We discussed it. She said she found it to be hilarious.

As a retired nurse, she understood the realities of life and death well. Her husband had been a hunter, a soldier, a musician, had a B.A. in music, and had stopped just short of an M.A. in music to be a professional meat cutter. It paid

The older generation had a better understanding of basic realities.

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Anonymous said...

One day when in a room full of feminist-leftist psychologists, counsellors and social worker colleagues, the subject of what we did on the weekend came up. I casually mentioned that I had shot and butchered some game. Gov funded leftist welfare workers are mostly out of touch with reality, perpetually offended to justify their putting down of others, and always portraying themselves as virtuous. And I was ready for their reaction. The room erupted into gasps of horror and accusations of myself being "cruel". I think to accuse someone of being cruel when they are not is a particularly nasty accusation. It means to knowingly and unnecessarily inflict suffering and harm on another living creature. What worse accusation is there? I smiled politely and pointed out to the group that all of them eat meat and wear leather, and calling hunters cruel while expecting someone else to do your killing for you does not make you virtuous people, it makes you pretentious hypocrites.

91B4S said...

I too, was at a liberal, lame brain, whine and jeeze party, wearing an NRA baseball cap.
A woman in her early 40s, and her husband, came over to me, and she told me that my hat was great, the funniest thing she's ever seen, and asked "where on Earth did you ever get it?" I'm a member, I told her. Her smile vanished,"I think that it's awful, and cowardly to shoot harmless animals with high powered rifles! You call that SPORT? What kind of thrill can you get from that?" "I absolutely agree." "Then why do you do it?" "I don't. I'm a Stalker." "What's a Stalker?"
"Well, first of all, I only hunt DANGEROUS game, Bears, Lions, Tigers, those sorts of animals. Second, I don't use a rifle, I use a piece of piano wire with a handle on each end, and I stalk, I carefully, and very quietly, approach my prey, until I'm within arm's length. Then I strike! I'll tell ya, you don't know what a thrill is until you've snapped a piano wire around a Lion's neck, held on, and strangled him to death! THAT'S Hunting"
Her Eyes opened in awe, and admiration, "You've actually done that?!"
"You bet."
At "WOW," her husband rolled his eyes in disgust, and walked away shaking his head.
I just grinned.

Liberal Lunacy just can't be made up.