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Politics : Did Slick Boink Monica? -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: pezz who wrote (20209)	5/1/1999 11:27:00 PM
From: ManyMoose	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 20981

<< you don't feel too comfortable with your answer. When you can't even try to justify your actions in the course of debate best to rethink them>> Wrong, Pezz. I don't have to justify myself. But since you asked: I trapped to make money. My friend and I trapped all winter and made $100 each, which we had for about thirty minutes. I'll tell you what we bought, but it would just open up a whole new area of debate which I don't think you are up to. I still have mine, and so does my friend. As long as Slick Willie is prevented from getting his way we will continue so. (Don't forget the theme of this board, now.) The fact that we made money is completely inconsequential to the fact that we were close to the land, that we grew up and learned to respect it. You could never understand the memories that I have because your experience is clothed in political correctness. But the real question is: "Why were my friend and I able to sell our pelts for money?" Because the yuppies of the day were willing to pay the New York fur shops top dollar for fur coats and collars, who in turn payed the Pacific Hide and Fur Depot, who in turn paid the two boys who learned how to exist in the ecosystem, not just pet it. By the way, since you are so close to the New York Museum of Natural History, why don't you take a look at the dioramas. In one you'll find some specimens of a species called Martes americanus. Dead ones. Now just how do you think those two got dead??? I'll give you one guess and a hint. He's a trapper. Name him.

To: pezz who wrote (20209)	5/2/1999 9:08:00 AM
From: lorrie coey	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 20981

...methinks it could be another case of "doth protesteth too much". Here, here, pez...I will state that I heartily Enjoy me some Chinook, but I wince at the thought of being the fish "catcher". Oh, I surely did me some fishin'...and clamming, and crabbing as a youth. It was part of growing up. Now that I'm Older and have a deeper appreciation for Life, I would need to ask for and be granted, by the animal, the Spirit that it would be surrendering...not an Ideal position for the Predator to assume. Hesitation is losing... So I kill flies, eat meat, drink more Milk than a Calf and wonder why its so hard to just admit it... >>"But that's not why you kill bobcat mink and weasel now is it? Still haven't answered that one have you?"<< I don't feel that I deserve to take an animals Life. It is a separate autonomous being.[-unlike a Fetus, Zygote, etc.] I look forward w/much trepidation, to having this debate w/my Father, who Fishes in FL for them "trophy" type fishes.[GGGggggrrrr.] My point is, this Daughter appreciates the Slaughter, but I'm not comfortable killing any 4-legged animal...[-except for Alligators...I could go Alligators, _maybe-]...there's always gonna be people that enjoy the heck outta it...cop or not. Milk...Got Some?