Reginald
Well-Known Member
Carreg's boast about his "tally" being up a third made me think: is this what life is really about? Killing animals? If animals need to be culled, so be it, but what does it say about someone (and I'm talking in general now) who gets a genuine pleasure or gratification from dispatching a creature? I think this is the chasm which divides us: normal, hard-working country folk, and our hunting neighbours.