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I went out bird hunting this weekend with an acquaintance from work. He's been around our area his entire life so I let him pick the destination. He went with the second closest pheasant release site. See here in WA we don't have a lot of wild pheasants, at least not in the central portions. So the game dept dumps a truck load of these pen raised roosters a couple times a season at various locations, locations they readily tell you about. So I shot a limit of those ringnecks then added a couple of huns a little further from the truck. That night when processing the birds the ringnecks were LOADED with fat. The wild huns barely any. Then at dinner, we had some acquaintances over that don't eat a lot of wild game, and the wife remarked how great it was to eat organic-wild-free-range meat. But clearly that wasn't actually the case. Those ditch parrots were industrialized chickens with prettier plumage.
That all got me to thinking about hatchery trout, the classic put-and-take rainbows that damn near every state stocks (MT being wonderful exception), where you catch the damn things with soft play dough scented just like the pelleted fish food they've subsisted on most of their lives.
How many Americans are engaged in a lie? That's not really hunt and fishing is it? Then we are so many engaged in it, and why are we calling it hunting and fishing?
That then lead me to start thinking about all the invasives we pursue. I mean there are very few native upland birds that are pursued (again MT leading the way with Sharpies). All the brown trout people worship. Or the pig "hunting". Hell, even the whitetail, they might be "native" but they've expanded due to our habitat manipulation, most places the damn things wouldn't even qualify as organic meats.
How many hunts do we actually engage in were we're chasing wild, native game, across wild, unadulterated landscapes?
I hunt invasive chukars and huns; mallard and pintail in a marsh created of excess irrigation water; elk in clearcuts; bears behind an orchard, pronghorn around pump-jacks.
It really gives me extra sense of aw when I get to pursue high-mountain mule deer. They're really the only critter that in my realm feels like it's still holding on to the same wildness that it's always had.
That all got me to thinking about hatchery trout, the classic put-and-take rainbows that damn near every state stocks (MT being wonderful exception), where you catch the damn things with soft play dough scented just like the pelleted fish food they've subsisted on most of their lives.
How many Americans are engaged in a lie? That's not really hunt and fishing is it? Then we are so many engaged in it, and why are we calling it hunting and fishing?
That then lead me to start thinking about all the invasives we pursue. I mean there are very few native upland birds that are pursued (again MT leading the way with Sharpies). All the brown trout people worship. Or the pig "hunting". Hell, even the whitetail, they might be "native" but they've expanded due to our habitat manipulation, most places the damn things wouldn't even qualify as organic meats.
How many hunts do we actually engage in were we're chasing wild, native game, across wild, unadulterated landscapes?
I hunt invasive chukars and huns; mallard and pintail in a marsh created of excess irrigation water; elk in clearcuts; bears behind an orchard, pronghorn around pump-jacks.
It really gives me extra sense of aw when I get to pursue high-mountain mule deer. They're really the only critter that in my realm feels like it's still holding on to the same wildness that it's always had.