I UNDERSTAND COMPLETELY WILLIAM. PERHAPS IN SELF-DEFENSE YOU WOULD, BUT IN THE CASE WHERE YOU HAVE TO HUNT DOWN AND KILL A PREY...YOUR HEART WAS NOT MADE TO ENJOY KILLING...ANYTHING...THAT WAY. THIS IS A VERY GOOD THING THAT YOU LEARNED ABOUT YOURSELF VERY EARLY IN LIFE AND OBVIOUSLY...NEVER FORGOT. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
I can see how you felt about it. It is always important when hunting to make a clean kill and make sure that you eat what you kill. Although I never ate the hundreds of mice that I killed before I was 15. My friends trapped muskrat for their fur and not their food. I never saw a muskrat or killed one.
One day when I was at our city park with a power plant and cooling pond that never froze in winter and stayed quite warm year-round. All I had was my slingshot and marbles. I rarely went to the power plant side because it was ugly, but the side by the zoo was where we would fish for legendary sized bluegills, bullheads and the occasional northern. This winter day I was hunting a rumored mink that was reportedly in the pond.
Suddenly, the mink came out of the water and hopped up on a wooden platform about 30 feet away from me that served a purpose I didn't know. I put a marble in my slingshot and fired away. To my surprise, the marble hit the mink squarely in his forehead. I thought I killed him. Instead, he shook his head as if to tell me that he had a terrible headache, and dove into a pipe in the platform. I don't know if he died later or not.
Later after doing it, I did regret digging out two half grown foxes and killing them. But in those days, foxes were considered bad because farmers lost chickens to them.
I can relate to this. I've never hunted, or shot an animal. I have no problem with someone hunting for food, but to kill something just for the sport of it is wrong.
My first and only "hunt" was a redbird trying to find food on a snow covered ground. It wasn't dead either. I did shoot it to get it out of its ain. I never hunted again.p
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One day when I was at our city park with a power plant and cooling pond that never froze in winter and stayed quite warm year-round. All I had was my slingshot and marbles. I rarely went to the power plant side because it was ugly, but the side by the zoo was where we would fish for legendary sized bluegills, bullheads and the occasional northern. This winter day I was hunting a rumored mink that was reportedly in the pond.
Suddenly, the mink came out of the water and hopped up on a wooden platform about 30 feet away from me that served a purpose I didn't know. I put a marble in my slingshot and fired away. To my surprise, the marble hit the mink squarely in his forehead. I thought I killed him. Instead, he shook his head as if to tell me that he had a terrible headache, and dove into a pipe in the platform. I don't know if he died later or not.
Later after doing it, I did regret digging out two half grown foxes and killing them. But in those days, foxes were considered bad because farmers lost chickens to them.
Ron
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