There’s certainly nothing wrong with humanely hunting and preparing your own meats. Even in today’s world, where a trip 10 minutes in any direction can yield high quality protein of nearly limitless variety, there is doubtless real value in sourcing your meat locally. Although the antibiotic-free movement has already trickled down to, of all places, the fast food industry, there is no better way to know what goes into your food than finding and preparing it yourself. All of that goodness requires an extensive training process, proper permits, and a not-insignificant amount of skill, but nevertheless, it is an appropriate activity for lots of people.
That being said, what on Earth is the fascination with taxidermy? We’ve been reading recently about the bizarre hunting club that Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia was apparently staying with at the time of his death, and it’s fair to say the public reaction to some of their practices has been unabashed bewilderment.
Members of the worldwide, male-only society wear dark-green robes emblazoned with a large cross and the motto “Deum Diligite Animalia Diligentes,” which means “Honoring God by honoring His creatures,” according to the group’s website. Some hold titles, such as Grand Master, Prior and Knight Grand Officer. The Order’s name is in honor of Hubert, the patron saint of hunters and fishermen.
Cool, cool. Or how about this guy who is elated to have killed a few rhinos in his time?
[Fellow hunting enthusiast and friend of Scalia, C. Allen] Foster went on, “I am pleased to report that I’ve killed lots of elephants, lions, buffalo, leopards, kudu, deer and the last legally shot black rhinoceros, together with more than 150,000 birds of various species. When the last duck comes flying over with a sign around his neck ‘I am the last duck,’ I will shoot it.” Concluding with a political observation, Foster writes, “It also won’t surprise you that I still rail against liberals, the academic kleptocracy, Washington bureaucrats and feminazis.”
Now, look, shooting a lion in the head from 400 yards is lightyears away from enjoying a nice meal of smoked venison balls and gravy, but there’s a moment there where you go from “avid hunter” to the guy from The Most Dangerous Game. And that’s plain weird.Get your balls in the game! Donate to the Sean Kimerling Foundation to win the battle against testicular cancer.