Again, sorry if this has been posted before.
I'm strongly against hunting, I 'fing hate it. My step-father hunts, and it's probably one of the biggest reasons why I've decided to become a vegetarian. I really hate it. I especially hate the way he acts. He runs around like a chicken with it's head cut off (er.. no pun intended) around hunting time, making sure that everything is perfect- because god for bid something goes wrong in his quest to kill a beautiful living creature.
I'm tired of protesting. I've been trying since I was ten years old. He knows how much I hate it, and thus hate him, for hunting- it pains me to live in the same house with somebody who takes such joy in killing another living thing.
This year he got a female deer. The fact that the corpse of the animal in which he killed himself is in the same home as I disgusts me to no end. And he cannot keep his mouth shut about it. If he is not talking on the phone with his buddies about every single detail, he is talking to me- he explained to me shortly before I became a vegetarian, how he and his friends skinned and butchered this animal themselves, because butchers tend to throw out some of the lesser quality meat- can't have that, can we? Bah.
It just really got to me this year for some reason. I don't know why. It doesn't help that his relationship with my mother is going to hell, and the only thing he cared about was hunting. The deer, or I guess I should say doe, he killed also had teets- it was heart breaking to hear.
And then he makes it sound like he is some sort of hero.
"WELL, IF WE DIDN'T KILL THEM, THEY WOULD BE ROAMING THE STREETS."
Bull. It's bull and he knows it. And that's besides the point, there isn't a hunter alive who hunts because they fear over-population. They do it because they cannot find any other way to resort to their barbaric stupid hot-blooded whims. It makes me so angry.
"AT LEAST I EAT THE ANIMAL." / "I DON'T KILL DOES WITH BABIES, AND I WAIT 30 MINUTES TO APPROACH AND BLAH BLAH BLAH"
He makes it sound as though we are starving for food, that he is some sort of saviour to us and or himself because he killed this animal to eat. He didn't have to kill this animal and he knows it, supermarkets exist now; even if you insist on eating meat.
He acts as though killing can be justified.
But I'm sorry if I kind of babbled a bit, or seemed a little harsh. I've never complained about it before. I usually just swallow my pride and support him the best I can, because I will never get through to him. Bleh.