It’s killing time in the forests of Quebec: hunting season. Some people euphemisticlly refer to hunting as a sport, but let’s get real, huh . . . Sports usually involve competition between teams or individuals. There’s no sport involved with tracking down an animal in its natural environment and killing it. The animals don’t see it as a sport. To them, it’s about fear and pain and agony and death. It’s about their offspring suddenly being motherless or fatherless. It’s about murder. Indeed, if you played this “sport” with a human, you would be serving a life sentence in a prison.
Now, I can understand that our ancestors had to hunt, and that some aboriginals had to hunt and still rely on it. But, I can’t understand all these city slickers who hop into their big four-wheel-drive toys and head out into the forest to chase down animals to kill. I mean, it’s not like they can’t afford to buy beef or chicken or pork in the local supermarket. They go a-hunting to amuse themselves. They have no respect for the animals of the forest. Indeed, they don’t see the animals as spiritual beings, as manifestations of the Same Source from whence we come... Read more
http://blogs.montrealgazette.com/2012/10/02/hunting-a-sport-or-murder/