by Illinois Animal Action
This is the moment I've been waiting for all year.
Nothing else gives me quite
the same rush.
My wife wants me to stay home and go to church with the
family, but she
knows better. My kids want to go and buy a Christmas tree, but they know
the begging in the world won't change my mind. My one friend always
talking me out of it. He's not one of "us." Another guy keeps telling me
all the money I spend on this, I could buy it a lot cheaper at the
They don't understand. I don't care how much it costs. I
don't care if I am
disappointing the wife or the kids. I don't really care if some of my
like it. They'll understand when I get home. I'll be the one talking
then. Boy, will
I have a lot to brag about to my buddies.
I wonder how many people are as dedicated to something
as I am to this. How
many of them would sit on a little piece of wood, up in a tree, out in
rain, snow, whatever, for days. Just waiting. Days at a time. Just
I know there are things that need to be done. But, like I said, they'll
stand when I get home.
And then it happens. The moment I would sacrifice almost
anything for. He's
here. This "thing" that I tell everyone I respect and revere. This thing
makes me feel complete. The moment is almost magical. I can look into
eyes, see him breathe, almost feel his heart beat,
and then......................................I kill him.
Don't be fooled. "Sport hunting" is thrill killing.
Go on to Wolf
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