I laugh my ass off reading this and thinking of all the old, privileged, annoying, self-important hunter clubs who boast endlessly about their vital ecological mission and benefits of eating game. Stuff your fat faces with cessium and I’ll just stand here and hope for as painful a consequence as possible.
I laugh my ass off reading this and thinking of all the old, privileged, annoying, self-important hunter clubs who boast endlessly about their vital ecological mission and benefits of eating game. Stuff your fat faces with cessium and I’ll just stand here and hope for as painful a consequence as possible.
I’m curious what country/culture you’re from that this is a significant problem in your life?
It kinda sounds like you’re a medieval serf who got an arrow shot in your ass while poaching off the king’s preserve.
…or like, you’re reading an awful lot of fantasy…and thinking 500-year-ago-problems are today’s problems…
Only the rich eat game meat?