steve white
AH legend
Someone gave me a real moment of pause the other day. We were discussing the outrageous conduct of the owner of a local shooting range. He gets on almost everyone's nerves, and if it can be believed, when I once got the DSC young professionals group to agree to paint and fix up his buildings free of charge as a service designed to keep shooting ranges extant... HE TURNED US DOWN FLAT, stating that he was going to sell the place so it didn't matter! That was years ago, and he has long since resigned himself to the notion he may never sell it.
BUT...right at the height of our chatter, the owner of an ammunition shop who was front and center in the discussion, came up with a brilliant observation. The owner of the shooting range had been raised from childhood at the shooting range, even playing with baby toys behind the counter, and had therefore BEEN EXPOSED TO LEAD POISONING HIS ENTIRE LIFE. The classic symptoms include, outbursts and beligerent reactions, etc. etc. all of which we had unknowingly observed. Conclusion: cut the guy some slack--walk a mile in his moccasins.
I wish the anti-hunters would walk a mile in the local africans' tire tread flip-flops. The locals don't care a whole lot that you took a great picture of wildlife--they have consistently shown they care that you, a hunter, were generous with the meat you shot, and thereby fed their families!
I am proud that hunters often undertake water purification projects, road improvements, (well, not so much road improvement that the bush gets over run...) well drilling, and funding school construction through our revenues. In the opinion of the locals, who really cares the most about the plight of the everyday African--camera toting tourists, or gun toting hunters?
Conclusion: walk a mile in their moccasins. Their vote may keep hunting protected and economically viable. A satisfied local population is the bedrock of hunting access. The money talks, too--and not just in the tourist friendly areas, but in the hard bitten, tsetse fly scourged Jesse which no tourist wants any part of.
Maybe the hardest place for me personally, is to walk a mile in the moccasins of those with near parallel interests in wilderness....perhaps a Sierra Club member who is a bit contemptuous of big game hunting, etc. To understand their concerns for wildlife, and find common ground to help them see that we are BOTH interested in some of the same things, without myself being contemptuous of their viewpoint is my challenge to overcome. Some day, if populations continue to grow and habitats continue to shrink, we won't have the luxury of dividing ourselves on matters of conservation.
Maybe we'll find that we wear a bit closer shoe size than we thought?
BUT...right at the height of our chatter, the owner of an ammunition shop who was front and center in the discussion, came up with a brilliant observation. The owner of the shooting range had been raised from childhood at the shooting range, even playing with baby toys behind the counter, and had therefore BEEN EXPOSED TO LEAD POISONING HIS ENTIRE LIFE. The classic symptoms include, outbursts and beligerent reactions, etc. etc. all of which we had unknowingly observed. Conclusion: cut the guy some slack--walk a mile in his moccasins.
I wish the anti-hunters would walk a mile in the local africans' tire tread flip-flops. The locals don't care a whole lot that you took a great picture of wildlife--they have consistently shown they care that you, a hunter, were generous with the meat you shot, and thereby fed their families!
I am proud that hunters often undertake water purification projects, road improvements, (well, not so much road improvement that the bush gets over run...) well drilling, and funding school construction through our revenues. In the opinion of the locals, who really cares the most about the plight of the everyday African--camera toting tourists, or gun toting hunters?
Conclusion: walk a mile in their moccasins. Their vote may keep hunting protected and economically viable. A satisfied local population is the bedrock of hunting access. The money talks, too--and not just in the tourist friendly areas, but in the hard bitten, tsetse fly scourged Jesse which no tourist wants any part of.
Maybe the hardest place for me personally, is to walk a mile in the moccasins of those with near parallel interests in wilderness....perhaps a Sierra Club member who is a bit contemptuous of big game hunting, etc. To understand their concerns for wildlife, and find common ground to help them see that we are BOTH interested in some of the same things, without myself being contemptuous of their viewpoint is my challenge to overcome. Some day, if populations continue to grow and habitats continue to shrink, we won't have the luxury of dividing ourselves on matters of conservation.
Maybe we'll find that we wear a bit closer shoe size than we thought?