“What kind of a person looks upon the world’s largest land animal — a beast that mourns its dead and lives to retirement age and can distinguish the voice of its enemies—and instead of saying “Wow!”; says something like “Where’s my gun?”
I dislike litterbugs and big game hunters with the power of a thousand suns. Nothing, and I mean nothing, can redeem someone who tosses their trash out of a car window- this happens all the time on the road in front of our farm- or goes to Africa to kill majestic, and often threatened or endangered, animals.
I haven’t read GQ since the 80’s, but I saw a link to what turned out to be a well-written and thought-provoking story about an elephant hunt.
Part of the reason I am so vehemently against big game hunting is because I am a gun person and a hunter. But much like religion, I have become hesitant to mention my affinity because I don’t want to be associated with the losers who kill lions and tigers and whatnot any more than I want to be associated with the haters who use religion to further their right-wing agendas.
I admit to being confused by the fact that countries that allow legal hunting have more elephants than those that don’t. And it’s interesting that the World Wildlife Fund at least tolerates regulated elephant hunting.
But here’s one thing I’m sure about. If you have enough money to hunt and kill an elephant, you have enough money not to.