Yup, I shoot critters, too. When they need shootin'. I generally try to be sensible when I pick up my gun. Try not to over-react. Or manufacture a threat when there really isn't a threat.
I hunt from horses. In grizzly bear and wolf and coyote and lynxx country. At night, in camp, we turn the horses loose. Been times when the horses run off. Horses up there for days or weeks. Look for 'em with planes and other riders. Can't remember when one of them was killed by a bear or wolf. They come home on their own accord. (They get hobbled or staked the next time, though).
I eat the things I shoot and hook. Guess that puts me on the top of the food chain. Wouldn't want it any other way...
Got dead animal horns on my walls and picture books with smiling happy faces and barbeque grill fixin's with the hair or scales still on 'em!!
Life should be lived with eyes wide, mouth open, arms stretched out tip to tip and running as fast as one can go to take it all in!
Not fussin' and fritteren' about scary animals that "shouldn't be livin' where I live 'cause --- well, by God --- I live here and they gotta die."
Nope, the scariest and most frightening thing I can envision is no longer havin' enough critters and fish and fowl to shoot and hook or look at. Yup, all there is --- is some few; grassy, tree "islands" or hot, scrub enclaves or rocky mountain tops where folk's come to see what's left... /forums/images/graemlins/frown.gif
When I was a boy growing up; there was something like 220-30 million people in the U.S. I believe we're over 300 million now. That's 70-80 million more people in my 50+ years. Whew... it's mind boggling!
Immigration is a hot button issue--- Millions of acres of the most productive land have been absorbed by the growth of cities and suburbs.
I have been blessed with a life made fuller by all the critters around me and my family. The thought of not seeing a grizzly bear or a coyote sneaking over the ridge would mean a life "less alive"!
My youngest son knows and understands the ruckus and plaintive sounds that his chicken's make when they're cowering in the thickest trees and the Goshawk is out and about. One of these days; she'll get one of 'em (unless he finishes their pen)!
If she does --- don't expect I'll have the shotgun mounted on my tractor. And if a bear should get one of my registered Quarter horses -- don't expect that I'll be packin' my .338 over my shoulder, either. (Now, if he keeps comin' back thinkin' my place is the corner deli --- well, he won't be leavin' in the same shape he showed up in...)
I'm grateful to share my space and fear the day when there won't be enough critters around to worry about them "bein' where they shouldn't BE"!
Or the day when my son or grandson won't have any use for a rod and reel or shotgun and rifle 'cause there ain't enough fish, fowl or fur critters around, anymore and what few are left are "PROTECTED". /forums/images/graemlins/frown.gif
'Nuff beatin' that dead horse! AKfish