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Yet more, willfully evasive spin on a subject that you still maintain, via ignorant, deflective supposition, is no longer practiced. And you can't spend your entire life huddled over your keyboard arguing the toss over something you seem to know very little about. Have you thought about getting some fresh air yourself, perhaps? Although I'd be a fool to not recognize the advantages of knowing how to source food in a post apocalyptic landscape, my hunting of large and small game has no alterior motive, such as preparing myself for what you're suggesting I'm looking forward to, *Bob*. But please, take all the time you need to find, or create, evidence that proves otherwise.

Although you've - desperately - adjusted what you've quoted another user on, displaying an attitude like that only strengthens the opinion that you're either stupid or willfully delusional. Hunting, or more genericaly, the harvesting of edible meat, is essential towards ensuring our survival. Next you'll probably tell me that breathing is a bit too much effort in this day and age.

Then you're very easily amused. And in any case, this *Bob* is only attempting humour so that he or she can deflect and distract from the issue at hand - an issue that he or she seems incapable of discussing like an adult.

Was that display of uninspired, desperate mocking really necessary, *Bob*?

When I plan a hunting trip abroad, I don't do so because my stomach is rumbling. I do so because I wish to harvest game for consumption in an ethical fashion. And I have to go abroad because I choose to hunt said game with a bow and arrow, as hunting any animal with a bow in the UK is, regrettably, illegal. Now, you can (predictably, in your case) sneer and mock all you like, *Bob*; but you can't escape the fact that people all over the world still, where permisable, hunt game with a bow and arrow to feed themselves. And they will continue to do so in the foreseeable future. Your so-far worthless, irrelevant and willfully evasive contributions to this thread suggests that you object to reality, *Bob*.

Yes. Just like any other animal, mankind is, and always will be, a predator in the food chain. We just have more means of killing at our disposal. Would you care to add some evidence that would go towards backing-up that so-far baseless assertion, Santerme?

I'm entirely "genuine", Ms B. If my OP went along the lines of 'hi, I like to shoot large game with a crossbow whilst leaning out of a helicopter', then I could forgive people for thinking I was leading them up the garden path, which in this case, I'm not. But thank you for you refreshing, not to mention rational, reply.

I'm not "spouting rubbish". I'm commenting on a subject that the majority who've contributed to this thread seem to think is out-dated and cruel, which it patently isn't. And I have ignored this thread up until now, but Annette Curtain felt it necessary to resurect it, not I. And I'm not being "hideously rude", either. I'm replying in kind, you oaf. For instance, if someone 'flipped you the bird', as it were (like you have done with your childish emoticon), would you smile back or offer them your seat? I think not.

I'm just not in harmony, or have the patience to converse with willfully ignorant hecklers, Pearson.

Ladies first, *Jane*.

Because, you f_cking idiot, it's more in harmony with nature than the ludicrous fantasy of hit 'n' running a nide of pheasants. Does that answer your question?

Yes, it is perfectly "alright", Emerson. What would you have them do, drown them?

Cattle are slaughtered with a captivated bolt gun, Annette. Not with a bow and arrow, contrary to the label you've attached. But if it's any consolation, I bagged eight wood pigeons on Sunday morning.

My advice would be to scrap the Berlin trip and head further east. You'll get a lot more for your money in the Baltic states than Germany, especially Estonia. The booze is cheap and the police, believe it or not, really go out of their way to look after wobbly tourists (within reason, of course). We all bought a one-way ticket to Tallinn and spent five not-so-memorable days having a great time off our faces on cheap lager and hash. After which, we hopped on a ridiculously cheap ferry to Helsinki where we spent the weekend recuperating. We flew back on Squeezy Jet the following Monday. One of the best holidays I've ever had.

Forgive me, but what's lecherous about slipping a woman a bit of meat? I'm being serious, too.

What if they fed you a nice bit of sausage, Ms B?

Cheer up, there's always Palm Sunday.

The considerate, middle-aged husbands of East Dulwich will arrive home early today to freshen-up and prepare a special meal for the woman they love. The selfish, frivolous young men of East Dulwich will arrive home with just enough time to brush their teeth and shave their balls.

The reason pirates avoid targeting Russian shipping is because of the example the Russian Navy set last May. After docking, the captain faced an eager, ad hoc press conference and simply shrugged before delivering an indifferent release after he and his crew had captured a gang of Somali pirates, took them out into the middle of the Indian Ocean and cast them adrift with no food, water or navigational equipment. On inquiring after the Somali pirates' fate after being captured by the Russian Navy, the captain simply shrugged and calmly announced to the world's media: "They're probably dead by now." Russian Navy Abandons Somali Pirates and Condemns Them To An Agonising Fate. Oh Well, Tough Break, Comrade - BBC

You'd probably have to make do with a silver medal in the backpedaling event, Brum.

If backpedaling was an Olympic sport, Atticus, I can guaruntee that you'd be in with a shot for the gold.

Uh-oh... The latest posts confirm that the mob can be a fickle beast, Louisiana. I'm going to occupy the neutral ground by declaring that your actions on this thread deeply disgust me - until proven otherwise, that is.

The above just goes to show the lengths some guys will go to to get their CD's back from past girlfriends. At any rate, you've got to admire the ruthless subterfuge this guy's employing.

The former, well renowned steeplejack/steam enthusiast whose thumbs rarely, if ever, left his waistcoat pockets, once said during one of his programmes that dowries are still paid in some of the more remote stretches of the Peak District.

And street lights running on paraffin.