Have you ever ****ed an ******?
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Well, grizzly question.... "Have your ever ****ed an ******?" Phrased like that, it sounds pretty harsh. Perhaps because the English language doesn't have the words for it. I'd never say in German, that I have "gekillt" ("****en" = to ****) an ******. Sounds like I slaughter it and bathed in its guts or something like that.
But yes, ******* have died by my hand, besides from those I accidentally ran over with one of my cars in the past. I come from a hunting background. My ****** had a pretty big hunting ground/ shooting preserve/ whateveryoucallitinenglish and he liked to fish. And I grew up in a rural area. Lots of wild *******. And we always had hounds/ hunting dogs. If you're taking the dog for a run along the forest line and you come across a wildcat for example, there's no stopping neither the dog nor the wildcat. And you can't risk your dog getting injured, so when they start dishing it out, you got no choice but to look for a big enough piece of wood to club the "wild ******" to death with. That's just the way it was. Doesn't mean I'm proud of things like that, just had to be done.
But yes, ******* have died by my hand, besides from those I accidentally ran over with one of my cars in the past. I come from a hunting background. My ****** had a pretty big hunting ground/ shooting preserve/ whateveryoucallitinenglish and he liked to fish. And I grew up in a rural area. Lots of wild *******. And we always had hounds/ hunting dogs. If you're taking the dog for a run along the forest line and you come across a wildcat for example, there's no stopping neither the dog nor the wildcat. And you can't risk your dog getting injured, so when they start dishing it out, you got no choice but to look for a big enough piece of wood to club the "wild ******" to death with. That's just the way it was. Doesn't mean I'm proud of things like that, just had to be done.
Ice bear? You mean an actual polar bear? How did that happen?
jasonk282
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What ******* do you harvest? Turkeys?
jasonk282
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And unless you are a total vegan, you really have NO right to bitch about hunting and fishing, imo.
Hunt deer and game birds mostly, so I guess thats a yeah.
No, unless the hens have been fertilized by a rooster, then they are not dead fetuses. They're not fetuses at all - just unfertilized eggs. Same as the monthly ********* cycle in human females - they're not expelling fetuses, just unfertilized eggs.
I've never been hunting, but I DO have 2 interesting stories involving wildlife, my dog, a samurai *****, a shovel, and my backyard. Here's the first:
My dog at the time Snoopy (*sniff* no longer with us...) had a FAT ASS raccoon in his mouth. He was holding it in his mouth on the raccoon's underbelly and the raccoon had all four limbs wrapped around Snoopy's face as my dog repeatedly bashed this raccoon against my backyard's brick fence. Needless to say, the raccoon got fucked up after awhile. I came outside to smoke a cigarette, and my dog came up to me with raccoon ***** all over him, and I followed the dog to the downed raccoon, who was struggling to live. Being like 17 at the time, I couldn't think of anything else to use to put this raccoon out of his misery other than the longer of my two Samurai swords, so I got it and with one swift downward stab, I pierced through the raccoon and stapled him to the Earth with my sharpened steel blade.
After I made SURE he was dead (no more stabbing, just watched him/nudged him with my boot), I threw him away in my dumpster which, thank-god, was already out as it was the night before trash day.
My dog at the time Snoopy (*sniff* no longer with us...) had a FAT ASS raccoon in his mouth. He was holding it in his mouth on the raccoon's underbelly and the raccoon had all four limbs wrapped around Snoopy's face as my dog repeatedly bashed this raccoon against my backyard's brick fence. Needless to say, the raccoon got fucked up after awhile. I came outside to smoke a cigarette, and my dog came up to me with raccoon ***** all over him, and I followed the dog to the downed raccoon, who was struggling to live. Being like 17 at the time, I couldn't think of anything else to use to put this raccoon out of his misery other than the longer of my two Samurai swords, so I got it and with one swift downward stab, I pierced through the raccoon and stapled him to the Earth with my sharpened steel blade.
After I made SURE he was dead (no more stabbing, just watched him/nudged him with my boot), I threw him away in my dumpster which, thank-god, was already out as it was the night before trash day.
Here's the second:
A pesky lawn mower man woke me up at 8 fucking AM to open the gate into my backyard and bring the dogs inside. As I stumbled outside in a sleepy haze, I noticed that my present dog Lady was jumping around, licking something. I was too tired to see what it was, but that goddamn lawn guy kept yelling (over his obnoxiously loud lawn mower) that my dog had caught something. No ****, Lawn Mower Man, I'm too tired to give a ****, I just want the damn dogs to come inside.
But they wouldn't so I went to check it out. There was a squirrel laying there, very wet, and very near death. So I turned around, took the 5 ***** into my garage, grabbed a shovel, and walked back out. After I got Lady to get the fuck out of the way, I swung that fucker with a Bell ringing, carnival prize winning swing. I mean I REALLY swung that shovel hard... I even surprised myself, with the amount of ***** that I had just exerted at 8 am! ANYWAY, I PANCAKED this squirrel. I mean when the shovel connected with the squirrel's frail frame, it popped like a zit, and squirted squirrel guts on my sandals which was a little gross. But I pancaked the squirrel SO GOOD that it was stuck to the grass, so I had to cut the grass under him with the side of the shovel to get him up onto the shovel itself, which I did, and then proceeded to fling the steamrolled carcas about 25 yards over my fence and into the neighbor's yard, lol.
Speaking of flinging things with a shovel, I also flung a toad. But that one only went about 13 yards or so....
ANYWAY, after that I decided that should I ever decide to become one of those weird Emo bands (GOD FORBID), I'd name the band "Shovel Meets Squirrel".
A pesky lawn mower man woke me up at 8 fucking AM to open the gate into my backyard and bring the dogs inside. As I stumbled outside in a sleepy haze, I noticed that my present dog Lady was jumping around, licking something. I was too tired to see what it was, but that goddamn lawn guy kept yelling (over his obnoxiously loud lawn mower) that my dog had caught something. No ****, Lawn Mower Man, I'm too tired to give a ****, I just want the damn dogs to come inside.
But they wouldn't so I went to check it out. There was a squirrel laying there, very wet, and very near death. So I turned around, took the 5 ***** into my garage, grabbed a shovel, and walked back out. After I got Lady to get the fuck out of the way, I swung that fucker with a Bell ringing, carnival prize winning swing. I mean I REALLY swung that shovel hard... I even surprised myself, with the amount of ***** that I had just exerted at 8 am! ANYWAY, I PANCAKED this squirrel. I mean when the shovel connected with the squirrel's frail frame, it popped like a zit, and squirted squirrel guts on my sandals which was a little gross. But I pancaked the squirrel SO GOOD that it was stuck to the grass, so I had to cut the grass under him with the side of the shovel to get him up onto the shovel itself, which I did, and then proceeded to fling the steamrolled carcas about 25 yards over my fence and into the neighbor's yard, lol.
Speaking of flinging things with a shovel, I also flung a toad. But that one only went about 13 yards or so....
ANYWAY, after that I decided that should I ever decide to become one of those weird Emo bands (GOD FORBID), I'd name the band "Shovel Meets Squirrel".
Some years ago visiting friends in Kalaallit Nunaat (Greenland). Took a ski tour for some days up on the ice when this bear started following us for hours. When it got to close I shot it. It was less than 10 meters from us.
ive ****ed *******... but i always ate them.. its so wrong to **** if u dont need the meat... makes for cheap dog food too...
Ick? I don't think squirrels and raccoons would taste too good....... I'd rather fling the carcases with a shovel, thank you.
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i actually worked in a beef slaughter house for a while. small country affair, but we went from live cattle to steaks. it was quite a process.
I think everyone should have to do this at least once in their life - it will give you a greater appreciation for what you pick up in the grocery - when you forehead-bolt a cow and then hang it to ***** it, it changes how you think. pushing it through a band-saw is quite something too.
i've never eaten hot-dogs since working there. i don't believe i ever will again.
I think everyone should have to do this at least once in their life - it will give you a greater appreciation for what you pick up in the grocery - when you forehead-bolt a cow and then hang it to ***** it, it changes how you think. pushing it through a band-saw is quite something too.
i've never eaten hot-dogs since working there. i don't believe i ever will again.
In addition to being gross, you are a MEAN MEAN man. LOL jk :dunno::dunno:
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