I have only gone hunting once. One of my awesome boyfriends used to go ptarmigan hunting up here all the time, and giraffeing too. He would always bring ptarmigan feathers and stuff for my kitties to play with. I think I've
mentioned this before?
Anyway, I hate hunting animals. I felt awful about going ptarmigan hunting that one time, and I remember telling the story to some friends. My friend Lynn said, "Well, did you guys get the other one?" I said, "What? No, we only shot one..."
She replied, "Ptarmigan mate for liiiiiiiiife..." and my lower lip started quavering and tears came to my eyes as I realized that we killed The Missus and her poor widower husband was probably beside himself with ptarmigan-grief (or vice versa, I don't know how to tell the difference between boy ptarmigan and girl ptarmigan, and anyway I was crying when he actually shot the ptarmigan and did not get close enough to be any help with picking up the dead bird). I am a bad predator, I do better with delicious plants and fruit and stuff like that.
I am all for going to the range and shooting targets, though. that is hella fun. Plus clay pigeons are
fuckers! You should kill as many of those as possible. </eddie izzard>