I hate hunting. Heres why: hunting season means it's cold out and it's dark early. Fall and winter suck, I like warmth, daylight, and green on the damn trees!
All the land around me is rented by hunt clubs, so I can only ride during sundays. Especially on the horses, cause one of these dumb mofos will think it's freakin bullwinkle and shoot us!
And even though I may ride the quad on sunday, when you are not supposed to be hunting, I stand the chance of having one of these drunk gun whelding assholes follow me home and threaten me for riding on "their" land. **** you crotchface, you don't do **** to that land all ******* year. Who cleans the trails when we have a storm or snow or ice? That's right bitch, ME!!! and after we moved in we ran into the one hunt club press, on the horses we were, and he said yeah sure no prob ride whenever. But because I don't have it in writing, and although I know the guys name, it don't mean **** to these redneck pricks. I shouldn't even use the word pricks. That's why they are out there in the 1st place, because they have small dicks they have to prove they are "men"... Boy, I feel better.
Other than that, I have no prob with hunting. I love deer meat, goose jerky is the shiznit, and I get so much from customers and my friend that I have no need to hunt myself.