Saturday, September 25, 2004
Elsewhere, militancy amongst pro-hunting groups towards anyone who isn't a bloodthirsty emotional cripple increases. The police seem unable to do anything, after all, these people are posh and have money, so they obviously can't beat the shit out of them as they would do if they were poor and/or black.
I tend to feel that surely we can deport the pro-hunters to a country where the wildlife either a) is a genuine nuisance to everyone, or b) is capable of fighting back. But then in many ways British colonialism was all about giving aristocrats who were bored with hunting animals something else to go for, elephants, tigers, foreigners. But there are places where a firm hand with animal management needs to be taken. Take the Wild Wood, only last year did a local landowner, who we shall call Mr 'T', found that after a short stay at Her Majesty's Pleasure over a misunderstanding over some piffling driving offences his house was simply overrun with weasels and stoats from this very location! Luckily, with the help of some members of the community he was able to drive them out, but what's to stop this happening again?
Alternatively in the woodlands of Northern Narnia, grey wolves have been seen. However, they are believed to be owned by an evil old lady with a tenuous grip on reality who seems to believe she can stop time and make it winter forever, so hunters may actually join her thinking it's 1980s Britain all over again.
In areas such as the Misty Mountains unwary travellers have been attacked by wargs, and wooded areas such as Mirkwood contain giant spiders. What true hunter could turn down such challenges?
I tend to feel that surely we can deport the pro-hunters to a country where the wildlife either a) is a genuine nuisance to everyone, or b) is capable of fighting back. But then in many ways British colonialism was all about giving aristocrats who were bored with hunting animals something else to go for, elephants, tigers, foreigners. But there are places where a firm hand with animal management needs to be taken. Take the Wild Wood, only last year did a local landowner, who we shall call Mr 'T', found that after a short stay at Her Majesty's Pleasure over a misunderstanding over some piffling driving offences his house was simply overrun with weasels and stoats from this very location! Luckily, with the help of some members of the community he was able to drive them out, but what's to stop this happening again?
Alternatively in the woodlands of Northern Narnia, grey wolves have been seen. However, they are believed to be owned by an evil old lady with a tenuous grip on reality who seems to believe she can stop time and make it winter forever, so hunters may actually join her thinking it's 1980s Britain all over again.
In areas such as the Misty Mountains unwary travellers have been attacked by wargs, and wooded areas such as Mirkwood contain giant spiders. What true hunter could turn down such challenges?
