. . . and a woman was recently killed by her husband around here, so no one should be allowed to get married . . . it's just too dangerous.
I wouldn't be surprised if somewhere down the line there was a guinea pig responsible for someone's death. I'm not sure why all the animosity towards rich folks (or not so rich folks) who choose to spend their money shooting game on a ranch. I certainly understand the desire to do that more than some of the other weird stuff people choose to spend money on . . . and those deer and whatnot have a nice, cozy life before their death, without the hassle and terror of a crowded slaughter house. To me it's like arguing that the people on here are morons for spending big bucks on Marans when everyone knows the color of the egg hasn't a thing to do with its quality . . . and, to be perfectly honest, I used to incline a bit towards that thought process before I realized what was really going on was that I was a bit jealous of the people who could afford a chicken that lays really awesome colored eggs. Though I guess that would be a better analogy if people killed the chickens and stuck their mounted heads on a wall*, which I'd be willing to do if I thought it would help illustrate whatever point I'm trying to make . . . I forgot it in my ramblings somewhere in there.
What I think should happen with this thread is that it should turn into a showcase for people's deer, because really, the few pictures up are gorgeous.
*I've given it some thought, and I've decided I really must do this next time an unwanted rooster comes my way. The ridiculousness of such a spoof on trophies is too good of an ice breaker for me to pass up now that it's entered my head.
I wouldn't be surprised if somewhere down the line there was a guinea pig responsible for someone's death. I'm not sure why all the animosity towards rich folks (or not so rich folks) who choose to spend their money shooting game on a ranch. I certainly understand the desire to do that more than some of the other weird stuff people choose to spend money on . . . and those deer and whatnot have a nice, cozy life before their death, without the hassle and terror of a crowded slaughter house. To me it's like arguing that the people on here are morons for spending big bucks on Marans when everyone knows the color of the egg hasn't a thing to do with its quality . . . and, to be perfectly honest, I used to incline a bit towards that thought process before I realized what was really going on was that I was a bit jealous of the people who could afford a chicken that lays really awesome colored eggs. Though I guess that would be a better analogy if people killed the chickens and stuck their mounted heads on a wall*, which I'd be willing to do if I thought it would help illustrate whatever point I'm trying to make . . . I forgot it in my ramblings somewhere in there.
What I think should happen with this thread is that it should turn into a showcase for people's deer, because really, the few pictures up are gorgeous.
*I've given it some thought, and I've decided I really must do this next time an unwanted rooster comes my way. The ridiculousness of such a spoof on trophies is too good of an ice breaker for me to pass up now that it's entered my head.
