I can't make up my mind about hunting. I understand the need to hunt, I can't complain about the poor animals either since I'm not a vegetarian. What I can't understand is why people enjoy it so much? How does killing animals become fun? I could do it out of necessity, but never for enjoyment.
On Saturday we watched as a female moose was airlifted from a bog by helicopter. I couldn't help feeling sorry for her watching her dangling from her neck up in the air.
The makeshift butchery in a barn where she'll be chopped up and divided into little bits.
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