| I think every meat-eater should be made to kill and gut an animal at least once in their life. I used to catch rabbits in my youth.
I went deer hunting in the States to judge for myself what it was all about. I was hopeless. I scared off at least three deer and managed to kill nothing but tree-trunks. My friends sent me back to the car and I had to wait there. When they returned with their kill I wasn't too impressed and went all moral and sulky. Unfortunately, being the hypocrite I am I was first at the table for the venison later on that night.
The moral of the story - if I survive a world disaster which kills all rabbits and tinned food I'll die of starvation.
ps. Being crap at hunting makes you feel like John Voight in "Deliverance" |