Schubarth’s primary motivation for designing such a creature was to sell the sheep at an exorbitant price for captive trophy hunting in Texas and Minnesota.
As a lifelong hunter (for the meat), this shit is disgusting.
I have never seen what the point of dick-measuring trophy hunting is to start with, but at least I can somewhat respect people that go to a ton of effort to find a trophy animal in the wild, tramping up and down a lot of miles of bush to scout long before the season opens. It takes a lot of work to find these animals because there’s a reason they’ve survived long enough to get to trophy size. Those animals don’t taste good (I’ve passed up shots on “trophy” animals because of that) but as long as they use the animal, who am I to say that’s wrong.
But paying someone to essentially release a farm-raised trophy animal so it walks in front of you to get shot is a fucking joke, and the people that call that hunting should crawl back under a rock and be ashamed. And these jackasses never keep the meat, at best the guide sells it or donates it, if it doesn’t just get tossed to the dogs.
I’ve made the mistake of talking with a few of this type, and they are invariably completely entitled fuckwads that I wouldn’t let in my house.
As a lifelong hunter (for the meat), this shit is disgusting.
I have never seen what the point of dick-measuring trophy hunting is to start with, but at least I can somewhat respect people that go to a ton of effort to find a trophy animal in the wild, tramping up and down a lot of miles of bush to scout long before the season opens. It takes a lot of work to find these animals because there’s a reason they’ve survived long enough to get to trophy size. Those animals don’t taste good (I’ve passed up shots on “trophy” animals because of that) but as long as they use the animal, who am I to say that’s wrong.
But paying someone to essentially release a farm-raised trophy animal so it walks in front of you to get shot is a fucking joke, and the people that call that hunting should crawl back under a rock and be ashamed. And these jackasses never keep the meat, at best the guide sells it or donates it, if it doesn’t just get tossed to the dogs.
I’ve made the mistake of talking with a few of this type, and they are invariably completely entitled fuckwads that I wouldn’t let in my house.