From the Wall Street Journal: “After decades of declines in the number of American hunters, their ranks have inched up this century, according to U.S. Fish & Wildlife Service surveys. But unlike a half century ago, when most hunters made do with rabbits, squirrels and birds, today’s growth is being fueled by one segment in particular: Big game. Especially popular are high-end guided hunts like the 10-day, $32,000-plus pursuit of moose and grizzly . . .”
These kind of articles drive me up the wall, especially after spending a fruitless afternoon looking for change under my couch cushions and debating whether or not to go down to Skid Row to sell my blood plasma.
Who the hell has $32 thousand dollars to throw away on hunting a smelly old moose or some paranoid grizzly bear that’s liable to tear you into confetti?
My conclusion is both inevitable and cliched: Some people just have too much money.
Sic ’em, Bernie Sanders!
Daniel Boone is oscillating in his grave somewhere,
when he hears about the price to hunt a grizzly bear.
A moose would cost him more than all the gold he ever made;
he might as well go hunting for a rarefied mermaid . . .
These big shot hunters who think they’re the Terminator type
ought to pay good money for the chance to hunt some snipe.
If I want a trophy for my wall or for my den,
I think I’d go a-hunting for some Enron businessmen!