Game
hunting barbaric — grocery shop
instead
Brigid McGuire
There
are tall, orange maple and elm trees shadowing
the forest floor. The only signs of sunlight
are the golden rays streaming to the leaf-covered
ground. You hear a loud bang and a deer limps
and falls to the ground. How can an image of
hunting be so appealing to the thousands of
Americans who partake in this worthless activity
every year?
Growing up in the Midwest, I spent a few years as a child living in a small lumberjack
town in Wisconsin. There hunting was king and most of the young boys in my fourth
grade class spoke excitedly about going on their first deer hunting trips with
their fathers. All I can say is one word: rednecks.
Why would anyone want to spend days walking through a forest in the early hours
of the morning to shoot a stupid deer and then drag the dead animal to their
Ford? You would not catch me dead out there.
Hunting is just a barbaric sport no modern person can benefit from. It is honestly
a waste of money. You spend hundreds of dollars on guns, camping gear and equipment
to skin and tan the deer’s hide and for what? Is it the thrill of the hunt
so that you can get a cheap adrenaline rush? Or maybe a few pounds of venison
that probably ended up costing you $20 a pound because of the cost to get it
and a deer hide, which you’re going to use as a rug? No way.
I will make an exception if you need to hunt to get food and survive, but there
are very few Americans who meet that exception.
I remember how my neighbors would hang their freshly killed buck from a tree
in their backyard for the whole world to see.
After they let the deer bleed all over the ground, they skinned it and only left
the skin and head attached hanging from the tree branch. Not a pretty sight,
let me tell you.
Overall, hunting deer, duck, turkey, quail or whatever seems wasteful and disgusting.
Just save your money and go to Albertsons like everyone else and buy a pound
of hamburger. If you are still looking for that thrill, then I guess you could
knock a couple of old ladies to the floor on your way to the meat counter.
I am not trying to say killing wild animals is cruel, I would just leave it to
the professionals, who kill thousands of cows, pigs
and chickens everyday in
their meat plants. I guess what I am trying to say is, “Beef. It’s
what’s for dinner.”
Brigid McGuire is a junior journalism major and the diversions editor of the
Daily Forty-Niner.
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