One of my favorite bloggers and my current favorite of his blogs. He’s a bit irreverent and crude but his word-worthiness excuses a bit of both.
Oh my god:
I guess this was bound to happen now that Trump’s been elected. Still, I thought it would be catch-and-release. At least at first.
You know what bothers me more than anything about this story in our local paper? Our town is allowing us to hunt womeninside the refuge. The whole point of that refuge was to give women a space where they could roam free without fear of predation. We voted on it, people!
Additionally, I happen to know that many of these women were raised in captivity. They have no natural fear of hunters, having been hand fed and cared for by humans almost since birth. Where’s the sport in that? This is the very definition of “canned hunting”, and I for one am not looking forward to shortly seeing Dick Cheny come strolling past my house with a loaded 12-guage on his shoulder.
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