Last week I wrote the inaugural post for the Protect What’s Right blog. It shed light on the lie that the Humane Society of the United States (HSUS) spreads each and every day to the public, media and elected officials that they are not really against all hunting…just the really bad kinds of hunting.
We exposed the lie by examining the organization’s actions in recent years. And then followed up by reading the words that have been written and uttered by the leaders of HSUS regarding hunting. It’s a fact. They oppose all hunting.
Something stuck in the back of my head about one of their quotes while reading the comments and emails we’ve received in response to the post. But I just couldn’t make it come out as a coherent thought. And then suddenly the murky thoughts came together and became this post:
“As a matter of principle, The HSUS opposes the hunting of any living creature for fun, trophy, or sport because of the animal trauma, suffering, and death that result.” The Humane Society of the United States “Statement on Wild Animals, March 2012.
Perhaps I got it wrong about HSUS. If you read this statement closely, you will discover a loophole. It appears that they just might not be opposed to hunting…as long as you do not have any fun while doing it. Man, am I ever in trouble!
This past spring, after all of these years of hunting I actually called in and killed my first wild turkey. He was a fairly young bird. But I was so proud and thrilled. I could barely wait for the 2012 season to come around so I could get out there again. About two weeks ago I shot my first long beard.
I have to confess I’m not the grim hunter. I was grinning so hard I think I pulled a jaw muscle! Although I managed to suppress a war whoop as a courtesy to nearby hunters, if a surveillance drone had happened by my locale around 5:45 PM on opening day there’s a fair chance it would have resulted in some You Tube footage of a fairly portly fellow doing a jig around gobbler in a Central Florida field. Yeah. I had fun.
I’ve had fun on most every hunt I’ve ever been on, whether successful or not. And the trophies I have from some of those hunts bring back great memories. And they’ve all been pulse pounding challenges for me that have indeed been sporting.
I don’t want you to misunderstand. We eat what we kill. But that’s not why I do it. I can afford to buy food at the supermarket or in a restaurant. I don’t do it to help control crop damage, or prevent deer-car collisions either, although those are indeed a benefit to society.
I do it because it is fun. We’re allowed to have fun while hunting regardless of what the anti-hunting lobby continually feeds the media. Hunting is not a solemn experience. It is a joy.
As a community, we have let the anti-hunting lobby separate hunting into different categories that don’t really exist in the turkey woods or in the tree stand. We hunt and fish for fun, for sport, for trophies, for food, for fellowship with family and friends, and for the strange but genuinely primal connection we feel with nature and our ancestors when we bring something home to eat that we actually had a hand in putting on the table. We hunt for all those reasons.
There isn’t a thing wrong with any of that. And we should not be afraid to say so.
I’ll close today with this photo. This is my second oldest, Daniel, on his first fishing trip. I think he was 5 years old. It would appear that he just might’ve had fun. Check out his trophy:
This is what Protect What’s Right is all about.