I personally dont eat meat after 'hunting' with my dad when iw as 8. He just shot them.. so ruthless. no respect for the animal. Just some happy gogo fag cultural thing.. 'yay lets go hunting.' .. 'yay, i go t amooose.' .....
..... 'were killing animals now.' ... mmm, 'ok.',.....
I once killed a caribou by shooting a semi automatic rifle into a herd of caribou on that hunting trip when i was eight years old...
I followed his footsteps as he dripped blood, walking for several hundred feet, until falling down dead... to my bullet....
It takes someone with a heart to realize the sadness of killing animals.
.... that wasn't the last time I killed an animal.... The last time was an honorable ram in the mountains of alaska.. of course I was in under the delusion that hunting somehow did something. So I hike to the top of some mountains after landing a plane in the marsh in the brooks range of alaska some 300 miles from the nearest human structure.... Up on the mountains, hundreds of generations of families of mountain animals........
I see several there. I take of my shoes for silence and sneak a bit closer.... ... The older elders, from previous generations all step away... following their awareness ..... Yet one stays, a once old master, living the life of a mountain animal.. ... Standing in the sun on the top of the mountain in all its honor......
... I honestly wish I didn't take that shot
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The scary thing is that every time you eat meat, you contribute to the cycle of life and death. It is, to a certain degree, dangerous.
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