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Originally Posted by Reba
If you live in a big city, it's a lot easier to find a soup kitchen with prepared food then to walk to the park and search out an animal to kill, skin it, clean it, and cook it (if you have a house with a stove). Good grief! City parks aren't the wilderness.
Specifically about this story, you did note that the three guys were employed? They were park employees, not starving wanderers. They weren't crawling on their bellies hungry--they were riding in a golf cart! Give me a break. 
Also, every one who hunts knows that you don't kill birds that are nesting. You do that and pretty soon there are no wild life next year. |
You are so right Rheba, they were employed. I think they were just showing off for each other. It takes a big man to torture and kill something defenseless for pure excitement. A true hunter will harvest game for his family, and he is always respectful of the animals and their environmnet. True hunters usually feel rather bad about having to kill for food. Many Native Americans believed that if you killed an animal for food, you must then cut out its heart to release its spirit, and you should thank it for its sacrifice. Even in the Bible, Adam was suppose to be a steward over the animals and he named them. They were not put here for someone's sick idea of entertainment.