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· 17TH OF SEPTEMBER, THE YEAR 2005ON HUNTING
Very interesting article in the NYTimes on a small movement to recruit children to hunting. It’s about this guy who’s on a mission to save the dwindling “sport” of hunting by encouraging children to hunt. Mostly, what interests me is the question of whether hunting actually encourages an environmental ethic. If you teach a kid to stalk and shoot a deer, does she also learn to appreciate the wilderness that deer represents? I know that many of my formative experiences in nature revolved around fishing, and though I’ve never tried it I imagine hunting could have a similar impact.
I think the best way to make rational, informed decisions about our impact on nature is to gain a thorough, personal understanding of it. A solid grounding in the science of biology (not the half-assed intelligent design version) is a necessity, of course, but to feel it, to remember it when you’re engaging in drunken bar debate or buying groceries or puzzling over the correct operation of your district’s voting apparatus, I think you actually have to encounter nature. First hand. And hunting is a way to do that, a way more direct, more personal than any hike or nature walk.
Actually, I don’t “think” that. I believe it. I have no evidence and cannot cite any research, and to be honest, I have met very few people who hunt over the course of my bicoastal life. Maybe everyone who owns a rifle actually shoots snakes and douses their lawns with insecticide and would gladly sacrifice every bug, lizard, and weird creepy crawly to have open forest replete with meaty targets. But even if that’s true, I believe hunting and fishing have the potential to facilitate an appreciation for nature.

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I read this article earlier tonight and I am in full agreement – I don’t have a big problem with hunting but a 9 year old with a shotgun in his/her hand is not okay. I don’t mind them going along but… nine years old! Please, for the children.
Won’t somebody please think of the children? I actually don’t mind the thought of a kid with a rifle, but the kid grinning next to the carcass, not appreciating the gravity of death, that bothers me.