on another board, some guy said that deer hunting was a joke, anybody could pull a trigger from a distance. that hunting was not survival....here is my smartass reply.....
I am a sporting man. I go out wearing only my loincloth, carrying a knife in one hand and a cup in the other. I stalk the deer walking slowly, pacing my breathing and my footsteps to the sounds of the squirrels collecting nuts for the winter. As I become one with nature, the deer can not detect me, for I am like the wind, I am there, but they can not see me.
I slip between them, patient and slow, then I rise up out of the shadow of death and take the beast to the ground, there is a struggle, but he knows he has met his end. with one quick pull of the blade I spill his life blood to the ground, he collapses and I split his chest, taking his heart out I drain the blood into the cup. I drink the warm blood taking the spirit of the animal deep into me, where we become one, and my warrior spirit grows. his heart, I take and place in the crook of a tree, as an offering to mother nature, so she will create more beasts for me to stalk. I sling the field dressed beast over my shoulder and begin the walk home. I am sad for the loss of such a great creature, but I know that is how it must be, for it is the circle of life. I know this because Mufassa told me this, and Elton John sang it to me also.
I am a sporting man. I go out wearing only my loincloth, carrying a knife in one hand and a cup in the other. I stalk the deer walking slowly, pacing my breathing and my footsteps to the sounds of the squirrels collecting nuts for the winter. As I become one with nature, the deer can not detect me, for I am like the wind, I am there, but they can not see me.
I slip between them, patient and slow, then I rise up out of the shadow of death and take the beast to the ground, there is a struggle, but he knows he has met his end. with one quick pull of the blade I spill his life blood to the ground, he collapses and I split his chest, taking his heart out I drain the blood into the cup. I drink the warm blood taking the spirit of the animal deep into me, where we become one, and my warrior spirit grows. his heart, I take and place in the crook of a tree, as an offering to mother nature, so she will create more beasts for me to stalk. I sling the field dressed beast over my shoulder and begin the walk home. I am sad for the loss of such a great creature, but I know that is how it must be, for it is the circle of life. I know this because Mufassa told me this, and Elton John sang it to me also.
I wondered who was buying. Now we know 
