I hunt. I hunt for food, I hunt for sport. But for me, all the sport is in getting something to eat. There's no "the dear was beautiful. it was a beautiful hunt. what a beautiful animal. blahblahblah." No, it's food. My food. Nothing more and not much less.
I voted against the ban. Let the brits keep their sport.
I don't see what the big deal with animal cruelty is, honestly.
Like seal clubbing? WHO CARES. Just because it's cute and fuzzy doesnt mean you cant club the fuck out of it and make a coat. There's millions of seals, and the clubbing is regulated by liberal (in this case conservationist) countries.
The foxes aren't headed towards extinction, what's the matter with killing a few?
It's not like the hunters are poking the fox with sticks, they're using dogs. It's like spectator nature.
And these foxes aren't even eadible. They're not much of anything, really, except maybe kinda cute. WELL GUESSS WHAT! UGLY ANIMALS NEED YOUR PROTECTION TOO!
Yog Sothoth, you guys won't understand where I'm coming from at all, but I'll try.
There's something very primal, and very simple in a hunt. Whether it's throwing a rock at a ptarmigan, shooting a moose, or running down an animal with a pack of dogs, the hunt speaks to a part of the hunter that no other activity can. There's very little of the intellectual in the hunt; I'm having a hard time articulating because of that. It's biological, there's something intrinisically right in doing it.
So what if these Brits ride on ponies or the ponies ride them or they ride eachother. They're getting off and not hurting anybody except a fox. Whoop-dee-doo, whatever floats their boat.