Nothing Like a Fresh Kill On Oil-Free Land
Nobody’s Opinion: Tell me—did you ever get the urge to go to South America, spend endless days in the jungle waiting hidden in dirt up to your head, patiently to catch a hawk, and then fly home after you’ve finally caught it, only to spend countless hours training that hawk how to catch prey, just for the absolute thrill of seeing it speed down and mutilate a bunny or a deer?
Who has that kind of time? I have trouble finding time to go get dog food.
We all know that hawks and eagles will do this naturally—but the rich, and by that I mean Sultans and Royal American Democrats, have gotten it into their heads they are controlling this “kill,” and that’s very exciting to them.
They call a “field sport”— falconry. Sounds so—refined.
Come to think of it, not many rich kids play hockey.
Accordingly, this kill by your trained pet “hawk” is very exciting to watch, the rich will tell you. They don’t need the meat. Sometimes they don’t even let the bird eat it.
But, it is wise, to always tear out the heart of the catch and throw it to the bird they advise.
A bit chilling if you ask me.
Why they don’t just get themselves a set of good binoculars and watch the birds doing the real thing like all good little environmentalists should do, I ask in all sincerity? Can you guess?
Control—the thrill of teaching a wild thing to kill at your command. (Well, that’s just my unprofessional nobody opinion.)
Control..a word that I thought of today when I heard that an NBC executive fell off 50 floors today.
Bobby Kennedy I was reading today…absolutely loves this sport. Bobby, who was taught by his father, partakes in this historical “field sport” so much, even teaching it to his children, that Bobby would think nothing of saying, “Do you want to see if we can bump some bunnies before sunset?”
Do the ghetto gangs say, “Do you want to see if we can bump some wotties before sunrise?”
I mean, what’s the difference? Both are considered sports by the people who partake in them, aren’t they? Evidently, according to what I was hearing today, these horrible dogs fights have been going on for quite some time here in America…along with chicken fights.
As if watching MTV while eating Taco Bell was not entertaining enough.
Falconry is a sport for kings, sultans, and democratic environmental nuts, who have lots of time, can fly anywhere in the world, and release their pets to the bountiful fields of game. They’ll even go nude if they have to, to stay with their bird. (no kidding)
Dog fighting is a sport for rappers, perfect entertainment for drug parties, and can take place anywhere if you cut vocal chords.
Big difference you say? Well, sure…letting dogs kill each other for entertainment is a crime any man should be put away for, we all agree.
But then again, why is falconry so “noble?” The rich don’t eat the kill, it’s just for fun.
The desire to train animals to viciously kill other animals, using their natural instincts for survival, is strong in both the rich and the poor. It’s just that the lower classes use it to make money and for sadistic pleasure.
Bobby Kennedy describes his thrill: “A golden eagle can take an adult pronghorn antelope, sinking its talons into the animal’s neck with 500 pounds per square inch of force.”
Remind me not to hang around the Kennedy compound.
But since the Kennedy family took up the sport to hang around the Saudi Kings, how do we know there wasn’t some kind of “money” deals being made during the “hunts?”
How do we know that Bill Clinton did not kill bin Laden just because he was on a “scared” falconry game, out of respect to the rich “club”? Maybe somebody spotted Bobby in the gang.
Maybe Bobby lost his hawk.
I mean, Bobby is so concerned about us tearing up his American sporting grounds for oil, it would only make sense he keep in good with the Saudi’s. Both parties will sell off America’s soul just to keep our own land free of oil wells.
But, one thing for sure—the rich, like the scumbags who put on dog fights, love to witness the kill. They take a lot of pride in their bird’s ability to attack with stealth.
But here’s a fact: The environmentalist Bobby tells us that 80% of raptors die during their first year trying to master the art of killing game, but that doesn’t stop him from trying to train the other 20%.
Unfortunately, 80% of crooked politicians don’t go away.
Here in the poor states, most guys go deer hunting. The difference is they actually eat the deer.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve sat down and said, “What’s this? It looks like squirrel jerky, covered in some kind melted fruitcake?” Only to be told, “It’s the deer John shot last week, dear. That’s pork gravy, tastes real good.”
“Uh..I think I’ll pass. I don’t like pork.”
Sorry, I grew up on hamburgers. No amount of ketchup can cover the taste of John Doe’s deer which was probably killed last fall.
Oh Joyanna— there’s no comparison you might say. Falconry is hunting…like using coon dogs.
Okay—coon hunting for the poor, is much like fox hunting for the Royal Brits.
Who in this day and age eats dead coons or foxes? (Okay, don’t all tell me at once.)
I’m not against hunting…it one reason we still have guns.
It’s was just that I was so surprised to hear that the sport of falconry was being used as a ploy by Bobby Kennedy to preserve the earth and all his environmental causes, instead of what it really is: Bobby Kennedy really gets a thrill of training a wild animal to kill on command, all that stuff he says is just typical liberal baloney.
Actually, after learning about this “art,” I’m thinking of training my parakeets to attack my dogs. Washing mud off my curtains is getting to be a real chore.
So, what do you think?
I am a nobody. If the different classes of America were color-coded, I would be in your yucky brown, one rink up from the bottom. I grew up in Naples, Florida and live near the Mississippi River now with my husband and two dogs. I am part of the slowly disappearing middle-class. I was a musician most of my life;drummer/singer/keyboards---but I retired before the plastic surgery flu hit. I have no degrees, which could be a good thing...depending on how you view our educational system. I do have three patents...but that really doesn't make me a somebody. The one thing that is constant in my life is my OPINIONS...which I have more of than perhaps even Carl Sagan could have imagined, mostly political. Hopefully other nobodys will put their opinions on my site. But if you are a sombody...you're more than welcomed to help out. I will try to prove that sometimes nobody knows the answers, sometimes nobody cares, sometimes nobody wins, and most importantly...NOBODY is perfect. Please bear this in mind when you read my thoughts. I don't mean to offend nobody, it's all in good fun. | More from Joyanna Adams
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August 1st, 2007 at 6:32 am
The unspeakable chasing the uneatable. ‘Twas always thus. In the UK, fox hunting has been banned. They still ride around in red coats blowing horns, but it is to exercise the dogs. Exercising your dog is a British Right. (They have policemen following them around to make sure that no foxes are harmed while dogs are being taken for walkies.)
In Tasmania the Guvmunt is spending $50 million trying to eradicate foxes – and get this – there aren’t any foxes in Tasmania. Yep. It’s nuts. never been any here. No one has ever seen a fox in Tasmania but the guvmunt has employed a dozen Fox Eradication Officers (no troops, just Officers) to get rid of them anyway and they are laying 1080 poison everywhere because as everyone knows, foxes just love the stuff. Something to do with evolution, I think. Unseen foxes. !! They seek out poison as it gives them an evolutionary advantage. It has made them invisible. And you can’t walk your dog any friggin’ where without getting a fine. The fine is to pay for the fox eradication Officers’ salaries.
But things are about to change. I was contacted last night by celestial beings who reside in the inner part of the Galaxy. They ’spoke’ to me telepathically- as they do. Apparantly they are all-powerful and chose one from every sentient species to join them in ruling the all the worlds (limited to Milky Way places at the moment but come the merger with the Andromeda Galaxy in two billion years time the job will expand.)
I have been chosen.
Things will change.
I told you to vote Amfortas for President, but did you listen! Huh. Well, its a bit late now init.
I will have a hawk, I think. Hunt politicians.
August 1st, 2007 at 9:23 am
No amfortas, you will hunt with elephants, watching from your gold plated limo…while you are drinking scotch with some Persian princess…my alien contacts have told me this through their usual way of contacting me…by telephone.
I will be the your driver, but first I must learn the fine art of hawking to protect the future “king amforatas.”
Might take me awhile, I have to talk to Elvis first.
August 1st, 2007 at 10:30 am
Birds of prey are endangered keeping them thus ensures their survival as a species…..using them as a hunting weapon….something they do quite naturally….does it really matter what the tool is be it Gun or hawk….are you opposed to hunting?….are you opposed to conservation?
August 1st, 2007 at 11:05 pm
Virtue, last I heard, due to some really wonderful people who devoted their lives to helping the “endangered” eagle, the eagle is now making a comeback.
Read the third last paragraph from the last…”I am not against hunting.” to answer your question am I against hunting.
If you are teaching a “bird” to hunt in order to reintroduce it back into the wild, hey, I’m all for it. With the animals losing lands, this will be happening more and more.
But, falconry, is a sport right now, the rich that do this OWN these animals.
In fact, it’s probably more popular than we know. As far as I know, the only way these birds go back into the wild is if they just don’t COME back to their trainers, which I would be all for.
I’d have to read more on the subject to find out if that’s what they want the birds to do, but I from Robert said, these birds are pets for life. I’m sure they probably even bred them. Which is a good thing…but I don’t know.
Virtue, I was just comparing a rich man’s sport, with a poor man’s sport. That was the focus of the article. (with a little teasing)
Falconry is much more “civil” than dog fighting, but there is a comparison there with the hours spent in training, and the enjoyment of watching the animals kill.
If the owners were thinking about helping the endangered speices, they would put their money in those efforts, instead of hunting parties.
Robert KennedyJr..by his own admission, enjoys the beauty of the kill. He laments that the food for his hawks will dwindle, by Haliburton drilling.
I think it’s a bit more complicated than that, don’t you think?
What I mean to say, is sometimes these liberals are hypocrites.
August 2nd, 2007 at 6:52 am
Some years back I visited a Falconry and spent some time with the bird handlers. They described their hawks, falcons – and several Eagles – as ‘dogs with wings’. The birds answered to names and when they were 300 yards away in a tree, would come to the call of their name. I asked if any flew off never to return and they said it was very rare. The birds were used to being fed even when they could hunt for themselves. They were let out to fly free daily. They had ‘lost’ two birds in five years.
August 2nd, 2007 at 6:56 am
PS. My celestial colleagues-to-be tell me that those birds are part of the Galactic Elite now.
August 2nd, 2007 at 9:45 am
As to the taste of Venison… YUM!!!!!
better even than bison, and much more flavorful than steak, let alone hamburger…
Sad thing is, no matter how long you leave a liberal to season, they still stink, and arent’ fit to eat…
They also tend to be a dressed-up modification of the “oldest profession”, but Kennedy is still an extreme example.
Now if we could only use the SECOND oldest profession to deal with some of the major problems this country faces…
Here’s to the Guild of Saint Nikkita….
Let’s clean up the Gene pool…
August 2nd, 2007 at 1:40 pm
Hey steyraug96…you must have some real great cooks in your family…as I have said in my Nobody’s Absurdities, No 50…DO not let these recipies go unrecorded!
Most of the venizon I’ve eaten, was not exactly…tasty. BUT I did have some rattlesnake once that tasted as good as any KFC.
And yes, actually the oldest profession looks like a group of saints next to the politicians. Funny!
amfortas…thanks again for your vast knowledge on all subjects…including your run for President.