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I've heard that taking out children is illegal. Regardless of your definition.

Exactly my sentiment. They could have at least removed the head before they deep fried it.

Fingers of Furry? Cut back on the red meat.

I've eaten a guinea pig, too.

I've eaten elephant meat. There. I said it.

Try Pendleton Canadian Whiskey if you like smooooooooooth.

Back when I hunted, I didn't view it as a sport, no more so than growing my own vegatables was a sport. I wanted to know where my meat was coming from. It was work, that had some sporting elements (like using a trad bow). But I know a lot of hunters viewed it as a sport, which was part of the culture about the entire experience that I didn't like. Well put. Although I am not against hunting as a sport, I do not personally hunt for sport. I do not consider my impetus for hunting superior than those who hunt for their own entertainment (I am, of course, against poaching). I started hunting b/c I couldn't afford meat any other way. On the other hand, I fish and I pretty much only catch and release. In essence, I only fish for my own entertainment. This, on my mind, is ethically equivalent to those who hunt for pleasure. And yes, the animal is not killed--but I think the logic is about the same. So, you spent $$$ for a tank of gas, a gun, ammo, licenses, those cool looking technicolor vests, etc...because you couldn't afford chicken at .99/lb? Bwahhhh! You po black chilluns sho kno howda make up dat shit talk.... Your version of hunting is pretty different than mine. I was given my first gun, I caught a ride with my hunting buddies, I didn't and don't dress up beyond the regulation $2.99 orange overvest, paid the $48 Idaho license fee and bought a $15 box of ammo and had meat for myself, my man, and my random guests for a year. My meat was clean and butchered by me in my clean kitchen. I stored it in a chest freezer I bought used for $25. And I know that the animal lived well and died quickly (b/c believe it or not, I actually like animals and don't want them to live in feed lots). I know I will never change anyone's mind about hunting with my logic and my feelings behind my actions. But I do think it is important to discuss it--especially with people who "embrace diversity" and all that shit (that may not be you, but I'm just saying...). Different strokes for different folks. You also won't change anyone's mind about not being able to afford meat...which is as cheap as dirt. You hunt because you want to, not for economic reasons. Which is fine...but your trying to bullshit us about your 'rural poverty/hunter gatherer' upbringing is a bit hard to swallow.

Back when I hunted, I didn't view it as a sport, no more so than growing my own vegatables was a sport. I wanted to know where my meat was coming from. It was work, that had some sporting elements (like using a trad bow). But I know a lot of hunters viewed it as a sport, which was part of the culture about the entire experience that I didn't like. Well put. Although I am not against hunting as a sport, I do not personally hunt for sport. I do not consider my impetus for hunting superior than those who hunt for their own entertainment (I am, of course, against poaching). I started hunting b/c I couldn't afford meat any other way. On the other hand, I fish and I pretty much only catch and release. In essence, I only fish for my own entertainment. This, on my mind, is ethically equivalent to those who hunt for pleasure. And yes, the animal is not killed--but I think the logic is about the same. So, you spent $$$ for a tank of gas, a gun, ammo, licenses, those cool looking technicolor vests, etc...because you couldn't afford chicken at .99/lb? Bwahhhh! You po black chilluns sho kno howda make up dat shit talk....

Who are you asking this too? In my opinion W is a frickin nut case who has lost all perspective of being a human. i can handle that Mr. Bush shares at least one human perspective with the rest of us. Occasionally, he must poo.

I won't eat a stupid animal. It's dolphin or nothing.

I heard that one day a bunch of rabbits ganged up on KKK's uncle and thumped the shit out of him. My Dad was responsible for the extinction of at least half a dozen large mammal species on this continent alone. The chamo truck will come in handy when they finally take on ZOG.

I wasn't aware that hunting moose with a steam roller was legal.

One fiberglass carport covering releases as much carbon as a thousand elk heads. The Earth is our mother, and we're burying her in a fiberglass coffin, one carport at a time.

Dennis Kucinich personally promised us this would never happen.... My anti-corrugated fiberglass carport covering stance bars me from ever living in West Seattle.

You go out with a pack that weighs three times as much as the one you came in with. If that ain't a sport for the stupid, I don't know what is.

The Anger. The Angst. Thank you DIS-ALL-US-ION-ME-E-ENT! OH OH OH! OH OH AYE! Dibs on the screenplay.

I read this trip report while listening to a recording of "Howl". Life changing.

I agree with this. Also, I won't mount an elk head on the wall that I didn't take down myself. I hate it when people just buy an elk head at Walmart and mount it in their den. Besides, the Chinese elk heads they have at Wallmart don't match up the quality of an American made elk head. Elitist. A lot of poorer working families can't afford to go out and bag their own elk heads. These simple but kindhearted folk have blank walls that need decorating just like the rest of us, although personally I prefer the exquisitely carved Yanomamo manitou head I was gifted by a local chief for administering simple first aid to children during my last Sobek expedition to the Amazon.

Do the middle peak of Warbonnet. Great climb.

Uhm, Jay. We don't allow, er, your kind on Phinney Ridge. The Phinney Neighborhood Association and Phinney Neighbors for Peace and Justice carefully screen each applicant for philosophical and cultural suitability. That's how we maintain the most harmonious community environment the world has ever seen. I'm sure you understand. You can still patronize our new farmer's market, of course.

In 25 years I've never met a single Seattle non-hunting person that gave a rip one way or the other about hunting. I have, on other hand, met people that have eaten bugs.

37 miles and about 16,000 feet of elevation gain total. Not too bad, considering that we just climbed 11,000' just to do Jack Mtn's 9000' summit. Go figure.

Beautiful stuff.

It's, uh, somewhat seasoned at this point.

I won't eat anything that I or my dogs haven't killed personally.