Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Hunting Season

As I blog today, I wonder if this post will be contraversial.  Possibly more so than I anticipate.  Perhaps not.  The men in my family are avid hunters, to include myself.  I don't hunt as much as I did when I was younger, but I do from time to time.  My grandfather travels to Montana and Canada frequently to hunt.  A couple of years ago he went to Montana and killed a very large bull elk.  I don't have the specs here, but he was offered a large sum of money from Cabela's for it.  It was a possible world record, but turned out to be #8 in the scheme of things.  To visit the house you would think you were in a museum.  There are mounts everywhere.  The great room has been nicknamed the animal room.  But before you get yourself in a tizzy, be aware that the carcasses were not discarded.  The hunting, though for sport, is also for food.  I am more than happy to visit the freezer to remove a package of venison or elk steaks for dinner.  Elk burger is quite good, as well.

The Trophy

The First Big Bull

The Bugler

The Bobcat
I figured with now being hunting season I'd throw up a post on such.  These are just to name a few.  With the type of business I am in it is a frequent topic of discussion, even with the customers.  The only thing I don't care for is hunting with dogs.  The dogs chase the deer till it's tired out, thus making it easier for the hunter to shoot it.  I don't hunt like that.  I never have, and I never will.

8 comments:

John Gray jgsheffield@hotmail.com said...

.....I dont think I will comment on what I personally feel about hunting for sport..but I respect people's choices to do so if that is what they want to do.
I don't think I could live with a load of stuffed animals clibing up the wall either!!!
hey ho

debbie said...

HELLO CHICKEN BOYS,
I HAVE A CIRCLE OF FRIENDS AWARD FOR YOU ON MY BLOG...IT'S NOT A DEER BUT IT IS MY BEST.
MY DAD HAS HUNTED DEER, QUAIL AND PHEASANT ALL HIS LIFE. FROM
THE DEER HE MAKES DEER JERKY AND EVERY FAMILY MEMBER AND MANY THAT AREN'T LOVE HIS DEER JERKY BUT IT SMELLS AWFUL WHEN IT IS MARINATING. GET THE CLOTHES PIN FOR YOUR NOSE IF YOU GO OVER TO VISIT.
HERE IN MY TOWN...THEY HAVE THE BIG ANNUAL QUAIL HUNT THAT MOVIE STARS AND FOOTBALL AND BASKETBALL STARS COME TO PARTICIPATE IN. LEE MAJORS USE TO BE ONE OF THEM THAT CAME EVERY YEAR.
I THINK I COULD SHOOT A DEER IF ME AND MY FAMILY WERE HUNGRY....ALSO MY COUSIN IN LAW HAS A BELIEF ABOUT HUNTING.....HE ONLY HUNTS DURING BOW SEASON.....LIFE HAS AN ORDER SO NOT TO OVER POPULATE THINGS BUT EACH INSECT IS NEEDED IN ITS' FORM OF THINGS TO KEEP THE ECOLOGICAL BALANCE.....HERE IN MY TOWN THE DEER ARE SO MANY THEY ARE GOING OVER THE FENCES AND MAKING OUR LITTLE AIRPORT VERY DANGEROUS FOR ANY PLANE TO LAND...THEY ARE OVER POPULATED.
ANGEL HUGS
DEBBIE

RiverBend Farm said...

I'm no hunter but I sure wouldn't complain about that big bad boy hanging on my wall!

Kim said...

Hello!! THANKS for stopping by my blog, because now I've found yours! I will start by saying that I used to be totally against hunting. I felt this way for many years until we moved to Alaska (where we lived for 10 years). It was there that I gained a whole new understanding and respect for those who hunt humanely, and use what they hunt for.

Finally I will say that I love chickens and it's my dream to someday have some of our own--I just need to get rid of a dog or two first! :-) -Kim-

Odette said...

i can understand when the cavemen hunt for animals for food, but fast forward...i don't think people now need to kill animals for that.
it may be fun for the hunter, but it certainly isn't fun for the animals being hunted. imagine their fear, as their survival instinct kicks in, and they do everything possible to stay alive.
xoxoxoxoxo

jojo said...

It's not for me...or anyone in my family. Unless it were indicated, but, as long as you don't make the poor things suffer then I won't judge! But, I sure don't think I would like to sit down to dinner, or t.v. for the evening with that thing hanging over my head....just sayin'

bad penny said...

I'm curious - why then the bobcat ?

Chicken Boys said...

Okay Penny. My grandfather is a sport hunter. He was deer hunting and the bobcat interrupted that. It was not his lucky day. We did not eat him. But I swear we ate the elk, etc.