@ Signquarters kill shots
I was sitting at a pond today with my son feeding the ducks & I was trying to think why I never wanted to go hunting & then I remebered something of my youte.
I remember just getting this Crossman BB gun and promising never to kill birds with it to my parents before they bought it for me. I brought it over to my grandparents house wanting to show them my new toy. So unattended in the backyard I aimed and shot a dove that was on a powerpole, wounding his wing I saw him drop into the neighbors yard. I stood onto a barrel to peer into the next yard to see him walking around and tending to his wing when all of a sudden the big huge 200lb Rot Weiler jumps out of nowhere and unable to fly away, mauls the thing right in front of me. I think at 8 that did it for me watching wings & pecker scatter before me so everafter I just stuck to bottles, my neighbors G.I. Joe & Lego's (No Offense Marek).
I'm all for peeps who hunt, some animals are annoying and need to be kept to a certain polulation. I love burgers and steak but I couldn't bare to be at a slaughter house, kinda funny and hypocritical...like most things i guess, just rather see it in a package. What our society has come to