On January 17, 2008, I posted an article that I am linking to here titled "Bobcat vs. Deer?". Below is a comment that I recieved this week that is just priceless.
That's not right. what the hell. What would you have gained from killing that poor cat? If you're still engulfed in the thought that it's so 'amazing', you're sick.
Imagine this. You and I are at the supermarket. There's only one turkey left. It's thanksgiving. We both want that turkey. I take hold of it's leg, you of its breast. I pull a knife and shank you. Lovely isn't it?
Comment of the Month
Brian wrote:
It's 4 am Central time. I just finished off a can of Diet Mt Dew and I am getting in my truck for a 13.1 mile drive to my favorite turkey hunting locale. Once there I will endure a grueling 1/4 mile walk to the blind position where I will spend the next several hours attempting to sound like a sex starved hen.
UPDATE: Several birds within shotgun range but the weapon of choice this morning was the bow, therefore it's back across the 1/4 mile field and to the truck, no beer tent here.
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Brian, is it possible that spending "several hours attempting to sound like a sex starved hen" and then getting back to the truck and there is "no beer tent here" is actually more taxing than my half marathon? Seriously, it was a "half" marathon. So you could expect it only took about half effort. And, when I finished I had no feeling of inadequacy.
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