At dawn I was woken up by the oh so pleasant sound of gunshots (note the sarcasm). High powered gunshots at that.
Over and over and over again. It’s 8:30 and it’s been going on for a few hours. Joy. (Not).
At first I incorporated the shots into the dream I was having. I don’t really remember what I was dreaming about but it had to do with a lake. In the dream a cop walked through the lake and put his gun in the water which floated. My thought was wow, I had no idea guns float. Oh, wait, I must be dreaming because guns don’t float.
Today marks the beginning of the hunting season. Phesant is on death row. What I find amusing? is the pheasant (and deer, and bear, and other hunted animals) will make their way up the mountain and away from the hunting area. Once they get onto my property I promise to protect them as best I can. And I ask them to invite their kin and friends, even their enemies.
I hate hunting season. I hate the sound of the guns, the pointless shooting of animals. (bang, bang, bang). It would be one thing if we weren’t well fed as a society. But food is available at the grocery store and every gas station (if you consider what’s available food). We’re not jonesing for food. It’s abundant.
Now I’m sure many of you will disagree with me on this hunting point. But honestly I don’t think hunting is necessary, especially not with guns. If you must hunt use a bow and arrow. There’s more skill involved and a lot less noisy. You don’t frighten the residents a 1/2 mile* away with the swoosh of an arrow like you do with the bang of a gun. It’s this time of year I’m most afraid of my fellow human. I DO NOT WANT TO LEAVE MY HOUSE. I do not want to let the cats out. One of us might get shot.
*I originally started to say “your neighbors” but most of whom hunt around here are from out of state or from the suburban parts of this state so we (bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang) aren’t neighbors.