This cartoon is not the slightest bit like fiction.
I've heard the wailing of a pheasant whose mate Bart 
had killed for sport when I was out of sight.  My dogs 
have always known that they are not allowed to take 
one step towards wildlife.  I've also witnessed a 
community of blujays in hysterics over a helpless 
chick on the ground.

Every argument I've heard defending hunting lacks 
validity.  Wildlife populations do in fact eventually 
self-regulate.  Our farms will survive.  

It's bad enough that there are carnivores, and bad 
enough that humans ever needed to hunt or fish to 
survive.  But sport?



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