If you hunt, you're a c**t

A local walk this afternoon turned out to be rather more eventful than I'd imagined - but not in a good way.

Firstly, walking along a lane on the edge of Pulham Market I was nearly run over by a tractor towing a trailer full of sad gun-toting bastards. Then further long my walk when I was on a public footpath (actually one that forms part of Boudica's Way) the same saddos were shooting right by the path. I approached a beater to question why there were doing it by a public footpath and to ask if they were going to stop while I walked past and his reply was 'we can do what we f**king well like'. This was a red rag to a bull for me so I verbally let him have it with both barrels (excuse the pun!)
My views on hunting of any sort that isn't subsistance hunting in places where they have no choice is that it is immoral, blood-thirsty and murderous. Breeding pheasants in pens to release for the sole purpose of blowing them out of the sky is sick and depraved. Those who do it are mentally ill. And believe you me, I made my views on the matter very plain!

It was almost a side issue but I added Sparrowhawk, Mistle Thrush and Goldcrest to my yearlist in the very blustery conditions.      


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    1. Cheers for the support David, it ruined my afternoon for sure! Happy New Year!