We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
With my in-laws moving down to FLA, I took ownership of a pump action .22.
When I was growing up I had a 12 gauge and a .30-30. Loved both of them. Of course, before I got them, I had to take my firearms course - a full day long. It ended with them showing what can happen if you get shot. By shooting a gas can (full of water) from about 50-100 yards (I was young and distances seemed so different then).
My boys both own BB guns, and I took them to a shooting range so they could fire their grandfather's WWII carbine. Both have gone to indoor ranges where they've learned proper handgun procedure (though that should be repeated again).
Guns are wonderful. A good gun owner is a responsible, mature, and patient person. Generally. Funny how my urban friends all cringe when I start discussing gun ownership or hunting.
Bird Dog. I had a computer crash a while back and lost my address book - including your email - I have been waiting for a hunting story post so that I could request an address for a forward. Please drop me a note.
T/C Encore w/ two Triple 7 pellets and a 246 grain Green Belt...I'm looking forward to getting into the woods. I'll stick with the muzzle loader all season. Yeah, it's gonna' be a happy hunting season! Back at ya'....
it's more morally consistent to kill your own food than to buy it at the supermarket after other people kill it.
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Interesting - the Jewish approach was to legally restrict kosher slaughter so that only a few - exposed to scholarly circles - would perform this act.
There's a famous saying that underscores the difference between the Jews and their tormentors: no Jewish child ever saw their mother wring a chicken's neck.
As a landowner and non-hunter, I dread hunting season. Hunters are a nuisance and I don't particularly like them traipsing over my ground.
But if they ask I generally allow them to hunt. Why? Because once upon a time it was me that was looking for a place to hunt and I know what it is like from the landless hunter's point of view.
The hunters that ask permission are usually no trouble, but from the others I have to deal with cows escaping from gates left open, finding a dead cow mistaken for a deer and the pile of fast food wrappers and beer cans that seem to get left behind.
The deer need to be thinned annually but in general, hunting season? Just don't like it.