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There's really nothing I can say here. This picture and the caption and the man behind it all says everything there is to know about the Trumpster and the rotten crew he's gotten to be in his Cabinet.
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Verily, the lunatics have taken over the asylum.
When will this guy be appointed head of NASA? Surely he's a Trump supporter?
Related link: A little rocket man.
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I think he's onto something about the flat earth and flying in your home built rocket ship. Brilliant guy!
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I like the way he talks about being the first man in the history of mankind to design build and launch his own rocket ship and no mention of the landing.
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Don't these guys only get a hunting licence as part of a cull/conservation program, & the massive fees they pay go towards financing said programs?
That said, why does this prick think it's ok to have his photo taken, dressed like a commando & loafing up against the creature's bloody head, whilst grinning like he's done something really dangerous & come through.
I'd like to see him shoot a maddened adolescent rogue elephant which was charging straight for him, rather than a geriatric geezer type which was on its last legs anyway.
Fake.
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How annoying.....now I'm going to have to burn my pith helmet.  Mind you, after once being far too up close & personal with a bunch of those chiefy types plus wives & baggage carriers at Charles de Gaulle airport, & boy did they have baggage, I can well believe that everything they touch turns to gold for them & shit for everyone else.
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those grins are something else aren't they. both hunters are genuinely experiencing pleasure.
compare this with the people who find themselves catapulted into a painful remorse on killing a deer.
I got hungry one camping trip - we had not brought enough food with us - and I am looking at the ocean and regretting not bringing a fishing rod when I have a hallucination - it's not that I see fish swimming in the wave, I see nicely cooked white fish fillets swimming in the wave.
So if you are really really hungry and need to kill something to eat who would you rather have doing it, the bambi killer or the elephant grinner - bambi killer every time, they got an honest motivation and I'll bet anything they'll be a better shot.
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I grew up eating bambis. And rabbits, hares, pigeons, pheasants, partridges, ducks, and once a swan.
In my early youth, we were poor enough that having free meat was a big thing (4 hungry boys). I went out hunting with my Dad as soon as I was allowed. It seemed exotic. I have no idea how good a shot my Dad was, but it was rare that something didn't need killing off with a chop to the back of the head or a knife or whatever. Hares cry exactly like human babies when they are running with injuries. The first time I heard that was chasing a hare with part of a leg blown off, and I stopped to look around the bleak moor for the baby.
The first deer I saw killed, my Dad 'blooded' me, painted blood on my third eye. I was appalled. I'd just seen fabulous deer die, and I hadn't expected such a weird thing to happen. It's not like we were part of a big group, there were just the two of us, so the significance of this was all his own making.
Anyway, I learned stalking, which is something I've always delighted in. The last deer my Dad shot was a bad shot, and we followed a blood trail till it disappeared, drove miles home for the dog, and kept looking till it got too dark. Never found it. He never went shooting again. Me, I was about to join a cult, and vegetarianism was by then a big attraction. I hadn't realised it was an option, and having killed or seen killed most of the meat we ate, I'd really had enough. Deer need culling for sure, but there was no pleasure in it for me. I haven't seen a hare for very many years. Maybe we ate them all.
I learned more about stalking on my own later, and found that moving silently was crucial. Quiet wasn't sufficient, like I did with my Dad. We covered many miles starting at dawn looking for deer. Moving very slowly upwind was far more productive, and once I had a deer walk up to me, turn around and lie down to chew its' cud. It hadn't seen me. I sneaked up behind it till I could have thrown my arms round its neck and caught it, but I just said hello and it looked round, jumped up and stared at me for a while.
I taught my kids to sneak around the woods too. Once we were watching a badger just out of its sett at dusk. After we'd watched it a while my son asked if he could sneak up on it. And so he did, so close he could have touched it, which is quite something for such a shy wild animal. I was very pleased. Both kids have inherited my love of nature.
I have such a low opinion of people that kill animals for kicks or for a trophy. Psychopaths I think, but I'm no psychologist. Not the kind of people I'd want doing any essential culling.
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While I've never been a hunter in my life, I've changed my opinion of hunting deer and elk and I suppose moose in the US. As a young person and guru-noid and vegetarian I thought it was a bad thing to do.
Where I used to live I met this guy in a wheel chair who got put into it after he had a car crash with an elk. Male elk are over 700 pounds and females are over 500 pounds. If you hit one on the highway where I lived your car is generally totaled.
Now if you hit a moose it's really all over. Males weigh between 840 and 1,500 pounds. Females are between 440 and 790 pounds. I finally saw a moose earlier this fall in Jackson Hole, Wyoming.
And there's cows on the road, too. Well, in open range country like northern Arizona. I've seen 'em. Males weigh up to 2400 pounds and females are 1600. Heck, my old Datsun 510 sedan weight about 2500 pounds.
And then there's car crashes with deer. Too many.
The article linked below states this for the US:
In 1930 the US white-tailed deer population was down to about 300,000.
Today, estimates of how many there are range as high as about 30 million. That’s a 1,000-fold increase in less than 100 years.
White-Tailed Deer Overpopulation in the United States
Modified by eDrek at Thu, Nov 23, 2017, 15:40:02
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I thought hunting was big in the US. Why don't get out there and shoot loads of deer? Cos allowing wolves back isn't going to happen in a big way.
I knew a fellow years ago who used to commute to Milan every day from way up north of there, out in the country. He had a convertible. One day a horse jumped over a hedge and landed on his car. Broke his neck. He survived. The horse didn't.
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Gosh, a horse can weigh between 800 and 2200 pounds.
Oh, that must have been a real mess. And to break your neck. Was he paralyzed?
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I don't know how he ended up. He was still in hospital when I left the area. Strange he survived, as the hedge was up an embankment, so the horse fell quite a way before landing on the car.
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thank you John. what a great story. It's such a big deal, hunting.
My father loved going hunting. He liked the camaraderie between the men, did what they told him to and was quite a good shot. He loved his gun and his dog. Partridge, pheasant and rabbits mainly.
I don't think he experienced any squeamishness at all tho I do remember him telling me about how Bert had told him that often the animal is injured only and it was important to follow the animal so it didn't suffer. He looked like he'd had a personal encounter with Winnie the Pooh but it didn't stick.
The place he came into his own was the river - he was good at flyfishing. And my brother could tickle trout.
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Haha, same with my Dad really, with the fly fishing too. I saw him accidentally catch a bat one evening. And one of my brothers could tickle trout too (I never succeeded).
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I still haven't seen one to have try it with but I was always keen to have a go. I'd probably fluff it unless hungry enough to do it with determination.
I am better with plants. It took me ages to get into pruning but finally I realised they enjoy it. I don't think a trout would like getting caught. No come back from that really.
There's this foodie thing going on in Tasmania and one of the things is killing your own food. Like it tastes better or feels better to eat. I believe them, I just don't think I'd ever manage to chop a chicken's head off tho. I've never had to kill the fish I caught either. The one time I did, I failed and it flipped itself back in the lake with a headache I imagine.
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