rastahomie
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- Mar 5, 2010
I live in a HUGE hunting area - rural southeast Missouri, where you can't walk outside without tripping over a deer. Every last man, woman, and child here is all about deer huntin' (and also rabbit, squirrel, dove, pheasant, wild turkey, etc.) - including my wife's side of the family.
I, however, don't hunt. Nothing against it, I just a) can't stand the taste of wild game* and won't kill animals for sport, and b) have no desire to get up at zero-dark-thirty to traipse around in the woods in 20-degree temperatures, then wait for hours on end and be perfectly still the whole time. Screw that. I'd rather play World of Warcraft, thankyouverymuch.
*Everybody tells me that wild game is delicious if prepared right. But these are the same people who keep feeding me deer they've shot, and every time it still tastes like I'm eating a shoe.
I, however, don't hunt. Nothing against it, I just a) can't stand the taste of wild game* and won't kill animals for sport, and b) have no desire to get up at zero-dark-thirty to traipse around in the woods in 20-degree temperatures, then wait for hours on end and be perfectly still the whole time. Screw that. I'd rather play World of Warcraft, thankyouverymuch.
*Everybody tells me that wild game is delicious if prepared right. But these are the same people who keep feeding me deer they've shot, and every time it still tastes like I'm eating a shoe.