posted on Jan, 19 2013 @ 11:00 AM
I am looking forward to the day when the hunting season is OVER.
My cats can be safe outside again, I won't have pellets raining down on me, my garden and my house and I won't get ballsniffing turdbags cr*pping on
my lawn or a coward threaterning me with a shotgun when I intervene to protect my cats from their uncontrolled dogs.
French hunter + alcohol = dangerous village idiot.
Yes, I live in the middle of french countryside and accept traditions here but this season has been worse than ever.
I was offered a rifle of my own by a friend to protect my animals if push came to shove or maybe the odd rabbit for the pot but after second thoughts
I didn't want to give anyone an excuse to shoot me in retaliation, fear or ignorant reaction if I had to intervene for my cats again.
Conrolled hunting is one thing, and necessary, but endlessly blasting anything that moves until it is almost dark is for dark ages mentality. Go to
the supermarket like normal people.