Why Hunting and Hunters Rock and You Don’t: Six More Reasons

Posted: Aug 09, 2008 9:12 PM
Having covered points ten through seven last week, herewith is the last installment of my two part series on why hunters are some of the greatest people on the planet.

6. Hunting revives the hunter’s primal roots. Just getting out in the wild reconnects me with my original spiritual and physical moorings. When God created Adam and Eve, He made certain that their initial crib didn’t have cable TV or a home association. Yep, God didn’t want His kids’ first experiences to be lame and tame. Adam and Eve were made to be wild, not mild, and were purposely crafted to interface 24/7 with wild beasts. Lucky bastards!

Non-hunter: If you or your kids are screwed up, one of the many reasons could be that you have separated yourself and your brood from what they need, namely regular doses of the irregular wild. Try it. it’s magical. There is something that the undomesticated does to a person that no Lysol-disinfected, five star hotel on South Beach, slow cruise to Nassau, or a 3-day hell trip to Disneyland could provide—and the hunter is stubbornly locked onto this fact. Yes, you can go to Disneyland, and we’ll go to Africa or Texas or Maine or Alaska.

The hunt causes one’s senses to come alive, and as a result they’re taken to a higher level by simply pursuing the prey. Yes, the eyes, ears, nose, feet and hands kick into high gear like they don’t when you’re standing in the snaking stooge line at McDonald’s waiting for their new McCrap sandwich before you return to your office cubicle to inhale the stale, fart-laden, re-circulated office “air.”

5. Hunting takes the funk out of dysfunctional families.

What I’ve seen in 30 plus years out in the hunting fields is this: The family that hunts together stays together. Hunting requires communication between the hunting parties. Most families communicate with each other about as often as Bill has sex with Hillary. Hunting cures this (the communication part, not the Bill and Hillary stuff).

There’s a lot that goes into being a successful hunter, and it demands plenty of quality time spent between the tribe discussing safety, terrain, conservation, the particular animals to be pursued, and choices of weapons, boots, clothes, bullets, bows/arrows . . . you get the point, don’t ‘cha? After all the aforementioned prelim stuff is done with, then the hunt commences, which includes sitting, walking, stalking, and then relaxing around the sacred campfire, where it’s just you guys talking, laughing and anticipating the next day, and—excuse my redundancy—you are all together. The hunter understands this: Family is everything, all else is BS.

4. Hunting provides veggies for the vegans.

I love the fact that the PETA vegans couldn’t eat their gay salad or their edamame burger if it weren’t for the blistering fact that farmers/hunters have to shoot animals so that the vapid vegan can smugly eat his garbanzo bean patty. Earth to PETA: Animals prey on your in-demand, sassy, non-animal grub—and the farmers don’t like it, and they shoot them. Do you need a tissue?

Yes, the “save the animal” dipsticks who don’t eat meat wouldn’t have their holy lettuce if it were not for farmers shooting PETA’s “friends” like the rabbits, deer, wild hogs and other critters that decimate the vegetarians’ victuals. However, I wouldn’t let it bug you now, PETA. Before you eat your salad just smoke another doobie and forget about the fact that for you to have your cute little baby carrot that it entailed a farmer putting the bam to Bambi. Oh, the irony.

3. Hunting provides massive amounts of food for the poor.

Unlike the liberal blowhards who talk about helping the poor, many hunters practically do it by feeding them. The hunter, who generally speaking is a conservative, is suppose to be, according to the Mange Stream Media, a calloused living heart donor. However, the reality is that we provide a massive, benevolent source of high-protein, low-fat food to the poor at our own expense. Put that in your hookah and smoke it, morons.

Here’s the truth, weepy “save the poor” hypocrites: The “evil” group known to you as hunters gives away hundreds of thousands of pounds of the best meat on the planet at their expense to the poorest among us. In the last couple of years alone my buddies and I have paid for the hunting, butchering and processing of conservatively 10,000 pounds of sweet venison for the poor in Africa and at risk kids, Christian ministries, and abused and battered women here in the U.S of A. That’s 10,000 plus pounds of meat just between a few guys in the last few years. How do you, the “loving liberal,” stack up against that? Not very well, I’ll bet.

2. Hunters put their money where their mouth is.

The yarbling libs and PETA are a full of sheeta crowd that would love to make us all believe that they are true stewards of nature and that hunters are Agent Orange to animals and land. However, if the truth can still be told, it’s the hunter who doles out nearly three hundred million bucks a year in special surtaxes on guns, ammo, camo underwear and other outdoor supplies which goes to state conservation programs. The tree humpers don’t pay these taxes, girlfriend, the hunters do. The hunters. The hunters. The hunters.

That’s probably enough 411 for the brainwashed crowd for now on how the hunter is the true conservationist who puts his money where his mouth is. Maybe later I’ll write about how the hunters’ hard earned capital is what saves the swamps, underwrites wildlife research, and has kept many species around the planet from going extinct—not PETA.

1. Hunters are the salt of the earth.

Every group has their jerks, and it’s true that everybody sucks, but as far as I’m concerned, hunters suck less. Matter of fact, I’d say that 95% of the people I have met in the hallowed hunting camp have been upright, pleasant, courteous, grateful, hard working, God- and country-loving, family oriented folks with whom it was my deepest pleasure to be able to share a few days pursuing game.

For more information exposing the lies and propaganda leveled at hunting and hunters, check out Frank Miniter’s book, The Politically Incorrect Guide to Hunting.