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When I was a kid I had a BB gun. I shot a dove. I instantly regretted it. It was flopping around on the ground.I ran over and picked it up. It had a little trickle of blood running down its side. It stopped struggling. Looked up at me for a minute. Then went limp. It made me sad. The worst part was if you don’t know doves will have partners. Like marriage or whatever. Well it’s better half came looking for it. For weeks. It would be literally sitting in the same spot I shot it at. I buried it and now there’s a tree there. I’m sorry little dove
Same sort of thing happened to me as a young man, though I wasn’t the one that shot. It’s why, in my house, I teach my kids that, in general, if they kill it, they have to eat it. They also know not to waste meat, and it’s rad seeing the older ones teach the younger about it.
Good about the wasting meat. I am big on this, too. That's another life you are eating. Throwing away meat is making that creature die for no reason. Thank you for teaching your kids this.
Imagine any other race doing that.
I had a similar experience to Maroon's. I got a Daisy BB gun for Christmas when I was 8 or 9. That morning after breakfast, I went out with my father so that he could introduce me to my first gun. Literally the first shot I ever took was aimed at a blue jay which was sitting on a bird feeder, oh, I'd say all of sixty feet from me. I put the shot right through its head. Of course, it isn't like I was thinking: go for the headshot. I can remember being really upset about it, and yet I'd intended to hit the bird. I can put myself in my dad's shoes and imagine him thinking: "Yup, that's enough for today."
I actually didn't take to hunting at first, because that feeling of killing something innocent bothered me a great deal. Eventually, I began to understand that the ability to kill something dispassionately is a rite of passage for men. Although it is something that kind of turns up stones in the soil of our hearts, we lose something by not accepting the responsibility. I eventually learned to help slaughter chickens with our next-door neighbor. You learn to trap and kill certain pests that will destroy your home or eat your pets. You learn to kill and appreciate the sacrifice when you hunt.
Taking a life is a serious thing, even when it is just a bird. You don't know it intellectually, but even as a kid you feel it viscerally that you've touched on some serious, raw power...power that isn't yours. Like you aren't ready for it yet. It takes serious maturity.
I've never killed a human being, but I have often thought about soldiers and how impactful it must be to take a life.
if they kill it, they have to eat it. They also know not to waste meat
Bingo. There is a way to respect what you kill. My great grandfather was a farmer, and I remember him saying this about any animal that he'd slaughter. His saying was, "The only thing that goes to waste on a pig is the squeal."
It just sucks that America and other nations go to war to make jewish bankers richer. The narratives they incite for going to war are just a form of kabala talmud wizardry.
The appreciation of life is often unnoticed in them minds of people.
we are all forgetting what a life is we are committing violence on a massive scale by slaughtering innocent Life and justifying those violent acts with idiotic egoistic ideologies
may the human race at this stage NEVER EVER occupy another planet with life on it similar to Earth.
shut up and ask for dick pics, you murderer
I like to shoot them with shotguns, then eat them...
At least you're not a psychopath and you felt emotion. When I was a kid I saw an older family member hold the body of a ferret while twisting the head 360 degrees. Then he stabbed it. Part of my younger self died that day. What shocked me more than the killing was the almost sense of pride and joy in what he was doing. He is now in prison for murder.
The bb gun thing is almost a rite of passage. I remember shooting a squirrel out of a tree with one. It dropped like 40 feet it didn't die but I still felt bad. Now I don't care, I hate squirrels. They're always getting into my bird feeders lol
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