A-Series-Of-Tubes wrote:Kathol Rift wrote:Because the meat tastes very good, honestly.
That's pathetic. Do you eat the whole animal yourself, or do you distribute the meat to friends?
Also, I'm not entirely certain if it's possible to get close enough to a wild bull elk to tag it without being noticed. I'll be sure to try next time I get a chance, though.
How about a harmless laser device. Challenge yourself and set the laser gun to 30 metres. You do it, you don't, either way you go home happy with a good day's sport. Or if you get tired with that, make it up to 1200 metres or whatever you consider awesome marksman range.
I'm weird. I only learned to drive 5 years ago, yet I'm 65. But being weird, I have some insight into driving cars and the outcome of driving a car. Driving a car is a whole lot of logical skill-application shit, which I must admit I still enjoy (I try to be the best driver possible), but motivating that is (a) not dying, and (b) not killing anyone else. I have rock solid concentration (even when I'm drunk, I try to avoid that) because life and death is a huge fucking deal to me.
Now I understand the urge to own guns. But I resist it. I see it as like having a car to drive, except that owning a gun has no positive purpose (as having a car clearly does). I see from having a car that having a gun
invites one to make varied uses of it. The inherent power of the thing invites you to use it in every way you can.
Today it's an elk. Tomorrow ... when you have lovingly cleaned it and stored it in a concealed cabinet above your bed ... tomorrow you may shoot a homeless person whose nest-making in your shrubbery, you mistook for a home-invader setting up a machine-gun nest.
No really. I've seen horror movies where cars where used as weapons. They forestalled me from ever getting a driver's license but eventually I had to. Those movies influenced me, badly, so now occasionally it crosses my mind to ram some fucker who was rude with the right-of-way. But don't worry, I 'think' a lot of things I would never ever do.
I can source it if you want, but the US has terribly high rates of gun homicide. Homicide overall really, but particularly gun homicide. Ask yourself if that might have something to do with detective movies, then westerns, then three decades of movies with lots of other stuff but sudden plot twists where someone gets shot and dies. Ask yourself if the "gun culture" you are proud to be a part of, was not so much born with the Second Amendment, as with entertainment which didn't care a shit about human or animal life, but just wanted to push the "DEATH BAD" button in your brain ... and your father's brain ... and your grandfather's.
Gun culture is a heritage of dying patriarchal culture. Abandon the culture, you might as well be dead. All good men must kill someone, and if the sissy trannie feministy culture gets you in its clutches, then do the only honorable thing: shoot yourself in the head.
Elk are fucking huge. Do you eat the meat yourself, or do you distribute it to friends?