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You have sowed the seeds in her for a ghastly disrespect of all living things.
No doubt her sister will soon follow suit.
What I really don't understand is, you have pictures of beautiful ALIVE animals on your site. On your hunting expeditions, you see these wonderful animals, living peacefully, not hurting anyone, why on earth would you want to kill them anyway?
How would you feel if the tables were turned, and you were the one being hunted down?- terrified that just behind that next tree could be the barrel of a gun ready to blow your head off. How could anyone get hooked on something like that, or even try it in the first place? How could you see this majestic creature, shoot it down, and watch as it's lifeless body falls to the ground, then cheer yeah I got him! Man he's a beaute!-and other such hunter speakings.
These animals are even more beautiful before their lives are stopped short.
Hunters say they respect wildlife. How can someone respect anything by killing it?
Why not take up photography? That's a great way to get out and see these beautiful creatures. You'll even have a souvenir, and it doesn't require suffering on anyone's part.
By the way, if you are wondering why I came to your site in the first place, I was looking for a picture of an animal that had been hunted for the anti hunting section of my animal rights website.
Ps. I would appreciate very much if you would not e-mail me about this. It is just my opinion, and I already know yours.
I recently exhausted an ongoing online argument with a person who saw nothing wrong with electrocuting a cat for scratching him and I do not wish to go through something like that again.
I am very passionate about the plight of non human beings, always will be, and I will never be at a loss for argument against anything at all that causes harm to them. So unless you want to be caught in a never-ending barrage of impassioned and practical email in favor of animal rights, I politely suggest that you respect the above request.
However, if this email somehow manages to change your mind about hunting, please feel free to tell me so.
-Lucy B.
It was opening day of rifle season 2000, when Kellie and I had planned on going deer hunting for months. I was carrying my dad's 30-06 Remington Automatic, and Kellie was carrying my 35 lever action Marlin. When 4:00 rolled around we woke up and started getting ready for the hunt. We bundled up heavily for the couple of miles of 4 wheeler traveling we had to do, on this insanely morning. I had planned on taking Kellie were I had found a 6 pointer that had scraped an entire ridge line in about 30 different places, which was real close to were I killed old Stumpy. We finally made it to a good spot at about 30-40 minutes before daylight and we set up not knowing what this horribly cold morning would bring. As the sun came up and the birds started chirping, we could here plenty of movement above us and below us, but we couldn't see anything. Over the distance we could hear some bucks cracking heads every 15 or 20 minutes. After all of that, still no deer. At about 9:00am the cold was getting unbearable, it was really not time for beginning hunters. I know when i first started and had to deal with the weather plus not seeing any deer, it made me discouraged about deer hunting. So I leaned over and whispered to Kellie that we would leave at about 10:00am. At almost the second I finished whispering, I heard some movement and saw 2 deer over the distance, one looked to be a buck, but was about 2 or 3 hundred yards out, which was way to far for Kellie to shoot with open sites. As I reached for my binnoculars they disapeared into the brush. At that point Kellie was upset that she wouldn't get a chance to shoot at one. At almost an instant I saw an ear flicker on the point above us. It was a good size doe, and Kellie hadn't seen it, I whispered to her don't move here comes a deer. As the deer got closer and closer and Kellie got more tense, I could see that the doe was in deed a spike. I told Kellie it was a spike and she could take it if she wanted. The young buck looks us over and Kellie rose up her gun. Then she squeezed the trigger and all I could hear was "click", by now the deer was starting to get nervous as I leaned over and took the gun off safety and told Kellie if she was going to shoot she should do it soon. The buck stared us down as Kellie shot, the deer jumped and ran off the point. It was a solid hit and all Kellie could say was did I get him.The deer was standing 50 yards down the hill, so I told Kellie to shoot again. At the sound of the blast, the deer tumbled. After about ten minutes of hugging and kissing, and me telling Kellie how proud I was of her, we went to claim her prize. There before us was Kellie's first kill. Kellie was so excited and it felt like when I killed my first deer. After looking it over and starting the gutting process, I handed Kellie my knife and told her she had some work to do. In about 10 minutes she was done she gutted the deer herself. After Kellie was done we started to load it on the 4 wheeler, then we noticed Kellie had only hit the Deer once, the first shot was fatal. It went through both lungs and caught part of the stomach. The deer just fell over the same time Kellie had missed. Later that evening after showing the deer off and taking a few snap shots, we called it in and started the cleaning process. I was so proud of Kellie, her first day of actual hunting and she already killed one. I guess all of those trips to the mountains payed off. This is one of the many things that keeps me and her so close. Now as long as I live I will always have a hunting buddy. Thanks a million, Mountain Man
See the pic here