A “Hunt” Only Dick Cheney Could Love 3
Up the road a piece, they have something called “pigeon shoots.”
Now, I am not a hunter. That’s just sort of through inertia; my Daddy wasn’t a hunter. But many of my uncles and cousins and friends are hunters, and I have no objection to hunting.
(And I love Bambi burgers. Venision is delicious.)
But this is not hunting:
Over and over for two hours scores of live pigeons are launched into the air as shooters vie to kill the most birds and take home the prize money.
And those who participate in it are not hunters.
Heck, if they were “hunters,” they would find their own damn pigeons to shoot.
They can’t even dignify themselves as “target shooters.” Target shooters are satisfied with clay pigeons.
This is just disgusting.
December 7, 2007 at 6:44 pm
A long time ago I saw some pointless Mel Brooks movie that had a scene from France, just before the revolution, depicting the king yelling “Pull!” and his servants catapulting live peasants (not pheasants; it’s not a typo) into the air for his targeting.
December 8, 2007 at 11:45 am
It sounds like the hunt that Chris went on recently. Only they used chuckers, some form of bird. It was a set-up situation for the “physically challenged” hunter.
I will go target shooting, because the little orange clay target is all I would fire a shotgun at.
The actions with the pigeons are cruel & despicable.
December 8, 2007 at 11:46 am
Have you tried elk carcass? Chris says that’s better than Bambi carcass. No, I wouldn’t know. I don’t like either. Yes, I tasted them.