Hunting From the Horses Mouth

I have taken care to include whole quotes as I find them. Accordingly, if you pay attention you may find a sentence that if removed would have made the statement far more demeaning to certain people and to the activity of hunting in general. Because I believe in keeping things in relative context though, I have avoided this entirely. Therefore, these statements are as issued.
(16 Quotations)

• A Hunter - "No matter what ever else happens with my life, I have gone to Alaska and killed a grizzly bear." [65]

• A Hunter - "… the simplicity of the hunting was awesome. Those Magellan (Argentine geese) acted as if they were dumb mallards working robo duck decoys. Often they’d come in at a mere 10 feet off the deck waving their way across the sunflower stubble like teal over a slough. Even when we stood up, guns in hand, many failed to flare (turn and flee)." [63]

• A Hunter - "Our job is to engage more and more non hunters into the experience of the excitement of seeing a whitetail without the animal ever knowing you are there and then having the skill to hit the animal with a bullet, arrow, or dart." [62]

• A Hunter - "I once went 11 years without getting skunked on any one occasion. During those 11 years, I hunted 30 to 75 times a year. I always got a goose.
  BEST HARVEST – 117 geese and 48 mallards in two hours with 5 other hunters while hunting in Saskatchewan over decoys. . .
  BEST YEAR – 986 geese personally harvested from Sept. 1, 1996 thru March 10, 1997 while hunting 185 days out of a possible 191 days. I missed 6 days because of travel.
  . . . I need to kill 10 more geese while shooting alone or with the help of someone else to accumulate 13,000 in my lifetime." [59]

• A Hunter - "Wow! I found out how tough buffalo really are!! They can sure absorb a lot of lead! My bull took three shots right in the boiler room, and bled for 20 minutes before I finished him with a 4th round. What a thrill!" [54]

• A Hunter - ". . . one other thing I just don’t understand, is why grown men must try to kill every bird that flies by, just to be #1 in the harvest category. I heard of one group of hunters in the Glades area near Grafton, who were so determined to be the top blind, that they shot at every bird that they possibly could and on some days their cripple loss outnumbered their harvest loss. How could they possibly consider themselves hunters? [52]"

• A Hunter (Whining about wildlife refuges) - "I know the birds need a place to rest and escape hunting pressure. But, do we need to put them on a welfare program? First we build them areas to nest and breed; this is all good and well. Everyone and everything needs a place to call home. Then we build a huge playground, or in this case, they are called a refuge. This is where they can sit, play and socialize. . . . Then, just because most become so relaxed and have not a worry in the world, they forget how to work and put food on the table. So in this case, we plant thousands of acres of flooded corn, millit and natural vegitation, thus we have created a society of ducks that move from one housing project to the next. . . . In my opinion, we as hunters need to pull together and put a stop to this practice. (sic)" [51]

• A Hunter - "Animals are NOT humans or citizens with rights; they are PROPERTY. Whether it is the private property of my pet or livestock or the public property of wild animals held in trust for each of us by OUR government they belong to us. No matter whether they are so smart or so big or "so much like us"; they are and shall remain property for us to butcher or bob their tail or shoot over decoys on a cold fall morning. [46]"

• A Hunter - "Hunters, fishermen, and trappers have a very real stake in maintaining the animals they pursue. . . . The animals provide pleasure, food, products, and an ancillary industry that benefits the nation as well as each of us. [46]"

• A Hunter - "We are so vilified by teachers and the media that we are ashamed to say we enjoy pursuing, killing, and benefiting from the animals we take. [46]"

• A Hunter - "Justin wore the unmistakable grin that a successful hunter has after taking an animal. [20]"

• A Hunter - "The group of a dozen Blue-wing buzzed the smart weed bed some 50 yards from my set and squeals from [my] trusty teal call brought them flipp’n, dippin and diving; heading for a traumatic encounter. Blasts from my 20 gauge A-5 Browning sent the startled birds into a steep climb but not before two splashed belly-up, in the shallow water of the decoys. My heart raced with joy and excitement as the brace was retrieved. [10] (sic)" [The birds he killed are Blue-winged teal (ducks); A Browning A-5 is a model of a shotgun.]

• A Hunter - "The sound of the dogs howling came and went as John’s dogs pushed my target slowly towards me. Suddenly I spotted a flash of tan and white as Susie the Beagle flitted around a cranberry bush 50 yards down the ravine. Ahead of her a bouncing cottontail darted out from behind a clump of saw grass where the ravine met the cornfield. My .410 gauge shotgun echoed once and we had the key ingredients for rabbit stew. Moments later, two more cottontails raced into the corn field. The fourth one wasn’t as lucky. At the report of my shotgun the rabbit rolled, then lay still. More Stew! [9] (emphasis added)"

• Conservation Officer (Animal Extirpation) - Referring to a so-called team of “sharpshooters” an officer had this to say. "This is not hunting, this is like a SWAT team, but instead of taking down terrorists, they will be taking out deer. [14]"

• Ted Nugent - ". . . we processed the beast and hung him up to drain in the cooling Texas air. Tomorrow would be a celebration of the spirit and the flesh as we butchered the prime protein into family sized portions, a BBQ the only fitting completion of this always fascinating cycle of life and death. The beast is dead, long live the beast! [7]" [The so called “beast” being referenced here was an axis deer.]

• Ted Nugent - "Miraculously, God had provided a small football sized clear window through the puckerbrush hell straight to her chest. I moved ultra slowly and smoothly, and as she jerked her head to leave, I kissed my carbon death-ray goodbye, never taking my eyes off her right shoulder through the hole. And it was exactly there that my razorsharp Stinger broadhead smacked, blowing the deer completely off her feet. I lit up with primal happiness! . . . I simply sat there admiring the beautiful beast and the wildground we shared. It was perfect. (sic) [55]"