- Mon Oct 20, 2014 9:18 pm
#48159
OK, wow...where to start?
In about a month, two of my sons and my daughter ( she just turned 22 years old. She killed her first deer at 14 with her Ruger M77 in .243. If she can see you, she can kill you. And then drag your sorry, welfare recipient ass out. No shit) and I are going deer hunting. We hunt public land because the Federal welfare recipients (AKA "farmers") seem to think that anyone who wants to hunt is, "one of them rich city fellers," who can afford to pay upwards of $100.00 per gun per day to hunt. They view the deer as their private property ("I feed them critters all year long, that means I own them!"). No matter that my tax dollars go to pay for the farm program that keeps people in business who could never survive any other way. When they aren't trying to sell access to a publicly owned asset (the wildlife) they are bitching about the depredation the animals are causing and demanding further welfare payments to cover their losses. Yeah, fuckwit I have a cousin who is right there with you, whining and bitching...but holding his hand out for the check that is covered by my tax dollars.
We drive up a river bank to a place where we stop and get out and hike. From there it's mostly up hill. After we kill (we don't "harvest" deer, that's a term that's used by PC assholes who can't face up to what is really going on) a deer, we gut it, and drag it down hill to the pickups. That will happen four times. It's blood, sweat (lots of fucking sweat, something you never experience sitting in your air conditioned tractor, paid for with my tax dollars... as you sit on your fat ass drinking free coffee down at the local elevator with all your fellow government welfare recipients and bitch about how you are getting fucked by this year's farm program. Yeah...I grew up around you assholes, I know how you roll) and work. We earn out meat. When you reach up into the body cavity of the animal you just killed and feel it's hot blood on your hands, you realize this is some serious shit. You just killed a living animal, and you goddam well better not take it lightly. If you don't feel at least a little bit sorry, you have no business calling yourself a hunter. This animal is going to feed your family in the coming year and you fucking well better feel thankful for it's sacrifice. If you don't feel that way, you will never hunt with me again.
And you know what? Our family looks forward to this event EVERY SINGLE FUCKING YEAR. We walk, we sweat, we cuss and we shoot our deer like our ancestors did. We use modern rifles with optical scopes and high powered ammunition, but we gut them, we drag them out and we take them home where we skin them, butcher them and sit around the table telling the stories of past hunts and times spent together as a family. Then we eat what we killed. So FUCK YOU and your government welfare payments. We aren't going to give you one more dime to hunt. If you can't make it on your own, get the fuck out of farming and go on legitimate welfare.
OH, you are upset because I lumped you in with those whiny ass, welfare check cashing, should have been broke and out of farming years ago clod hoppers?
Tough shit.
Now go double your income, put up a second mailbox at the end of your driveway.
- By Clownkicker