Anti's
Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 1:24 am
Happened to find this on another site. I think it's old but it gave me a sick feeling just reading it. Sick from the author not the content. Just thought I would share so you can dream of wrapping your fingers around a neck tonight.
My gloriously sunny but nippy Sunday has been interrupted for the last several hours by the constant barking of hound dogs at the base of a tree on the mountain across the county road. I can't actually see the action because of the forest but I can certainly see it in my mind's eye...
A mountain lion, exhausted by the long run through the snow by a pack of seemingly rabid dogs, eventually takes refuge in a large old tree for refuge. Clinging desperately to the tree with no place else to run, the lion listens to the maddened barking of the surrounding hounds.
It takes several hours for the mighty hunters to shut off their snow machines long enough to locate the action.
As they finally arrive, out of breath from the unaccustomed exertion and the excitement of the chase, they rest for a few moments. While they wait for their hearts to slow down, they admire the big tawny cat eyeing them from high above.
Finally, a shot rings out and the animal falls from the tree wounded and shocked from the impact. Reacting before the dogs attack it runs, bleeding, another half mile before climbing yet another tree and awaits death. More incessant barking and if you can believe it, even louder since the pursuers now have the scent of blood to follow.
We listen, attentive now for another half hour until the final shot puts an end to the cacophony. The dogs are rewarded for their efforts by being allowed to savage the body of the creature they so tirelessly chased all morning.
Eventually, the hunters leash their dogs and drag their trophy back to the snow machines, which they propel back to the 4x4's, whereupon they unceremoniously dump their trophy into the diesel slick bed. Silence returns once more as they head for the nearest bar to endlessly re-live their exploits.
I'm not against hunting; we hunt for food ourselves. I don't even have a huge problem with trophy hunting as long as the meat is utilized. I utterly fail to understand the attraction or sportsmanship of hunting with dogs but I am thankful it is over.
My gloriously sunny but nippy Sunday has been interrupted for the last several hours by the constant barking of hound dogs at the base of a tree on the mountain across the county road. I can't actually see the action because of the forest but I can certainly see it in my mind's eye...
A mountain lion, exhausted by the long run through the snow by a pack of seemingly rabid dogs, eventually takes refuge in a large old tree for refuge. Clinging desperately to the tree with no place else to run, the lion listens to the maddened barking of the surrounding hounds.
It takes several hours for the mighty hunters to shut off their snow machines long enough to locate the action.
As they finally arrive, out of breath from the unaccustomed exertion and the excitement of the chase, they rest for a few moments. While they wait for their hearts to slow down, they admire the big tawny cat eyeing them from high above.
Finally, a shot rings out and the animal falls from the tree wounded and shocked from the impact. Reacting before the dogs attack it runs, bleeding, another half mile before climbing yet another tree and awaits death. More incessant barking and if you can believe it, even louder since the pursuers now have the scent of blood to follow.
We listen, attentive now for another half hour until the final shot puts an end to the cacophony. The dogs are rewarded for their efforts by being allowed to savage the body of the creature they so tirelessly chased all morning.
Eventually, the hunters leash their dogs and drag their trophy back to the snow machines, which they propel back to the 4x4's, whereupon they unceremoniously dump their trophy into the diesel slick bed. Silence returns once more as they head for the nearest bar to endlessly re-live their exploits.
I'm not against hunting; we hunt for food ourselves. I don't even have a huge problem with trophy hunting as long as the meat is utilized. I utterly fail to understand the attraction or sportsmanship of hunting with dogs but I am thankful it is over.
