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Bullfighting - pretty effed up "sport" (1 Viewer)

I will respectfully disagree here. Most fisherpeople I know are catch and release fishers. And to me, this is torture and akin to thrill of the kill and trophy hunting.

I do not like fishing, but I can respect the fact that it "puts meat on the table" for those who actually clean and cook the fish. But many/most don't do this.
Maybe that's the case around you.  That's definitely not the case around me. 

 
I keep what I catch while fishing, presuming the size limits and bag limits allow.  Up where I live we have a lot of fly fishermen who catch and release.  Those guys, of course, use barbless hooks so as to not do too much damage to the fish, almost always trout.

Up in the mountains here we get a nice run of kokanee salmon in the fall.  Some like to fish that spawn, and some even just snag them during the spawn.  Me, I like to let spawning fish spawn.  I also always pass up trophy bucks as I prefer to let them breed, and frankly the meat is not as good as a much younger deer.

 
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How many people are really doing this?

Honestly, how many people out there are like "####, the Walmart is 3 hours away, I need to do this to feed my family," or "I can't afford to shop at the Walmart," or "McDonald's closed early tonight and I'm starving so I better go shoot me some food"?

This "subsistence hunting" you speak of is interesting, but I'm willing to guess that in 2017, to the extent there is any eating of the kill, 90% of that is an afterthought/post-hoc justification for big men with small wieners having a chance to feel like they have big wieners. 

And the food bank idea is really neat. I'd love to hear how many real life examples there are of that. 





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Research Hunters for the Hungry and Farmers and Hunters Feeding the Hungry.  Almost every state promotes programs like these. When you purchase a hunting or fishing license you are asked at the time if you would like to make a cash donation to offset the cost of processing donated game meat.

https://youtu.be/L94t9aJPNZY

https://youtu.be/6-goCLWe0zc

 
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While i agree that most people i know that hunt or fish keep the meat and eat it, that is not why they do it. 

They also dont do it for the thrill of the kill.

Most hunters/fisherman i know go with family and friends and enjoy that part of it the most. 

I dont have an issue with that. The simple fact that they eat it means it is one less animal that is tortured in a factory plant. 

 
Getting back to bull fighting who here has run with the bulls?
The Roller Derby girls in New Orleans dress up as bulls once a year and chase people through the streets on roller skates hitting people with plastic bats.  I've done that. 

 
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A young man stopped at a local restaurant after a day of roaming around in Mexico.

While sipping his tequila, he noticed a sizzling, scrumptious-looking platter being served at the next table.

It looked good.

It smelled good.

He asked the waiter, "What is that you just served?"

The waiter replied, "Ah senor, you have excellent taste! Those are bull's balls from the bull fight this morning. A delicacy!"

The visitor, though momentarily daunted, said, "What the heck, I'm on holiday down here! Bring me an order!"

The waiter replied, "I am so sorry senor. There is only one serving per day because there is only one bull fight each morning. If you come early tomorrow and place your order, we will be sure to save you this delicacy!"

The next morning, the man returned, placed his order, and then that evening was served the one and only special delicacy of the day.

After a few bites, and inspecting the contents of his platter, he called to the waiter and said, "These are delicious, but they are much, much smaller than the ones I saw you serve yesterday!"

The waiter shrugged his shoulders and replied, "Si, Senor. Sometimes the bull he wins."

 
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Getting back to bull fighting who here has run with the bulls?
I did in 2006.  It was by far the most intense adrenaline rush I've ever had, probably 10X a skydive.  I  lived in Spain for 1.5 years but never went to a bullfight.  Went into a bullring, but left to drink instead of watching the fights.  I did watch on TV while drunk though.

Personally, I think it would be great if bullfights went away.  Same with sport killing via guns.  I'm happy that I don't have to personally kill every animal I eat.  I don't particularly have an issue with it, but I would get no enjoyment out of it and I'm paid better to do other things.  There are many jobs that I would prefer not to do for a variety of reasons.

 
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While i agree that most people i know that hunt or fish keep the meat and eat it, that is not why they do it. 

They also dont do it for the thrill of the kill.

Most hunters/fisherman i know go with family and friends and enjoy that part of it the most. 

I dont have an issue with that. The simple fact that they eat it means it is one less animal that is tortured in a factory plant. 
Then why is there an issue with bull "fighting"?  All of that meat gets used as well.

 
hey otis stop talking about how hunters have small wee wees and get back to the jeep thread someone is talking about kc lights and jacking up a truck and they need you take that to the bank bromigo

 
2.8 million pounds in 2010 in the US.  That's how many examples. 

And since you don't know many hunters, I don't really put much stock in your guess regarding why they eat their kills. I know a lot of hunters.  And if meat wasn't involved most would go bowling. Much like fishermen. 

It's not a "dinner tonight, let's go hunting" situation.  It's a "hunt, clean, pack into a chest freezer for the year" situation.
Well I do know many hunters, and I'm calling a massive giant BS on this comment.

Bowling :lmao:  

C'mon.  We saw in the study 65% cited reasons of essentially sport as their primary reason, and that was in a study where people were just answering and could lie.  "Yea I totally do it for the meat....totally".  I don't doubt that there are folks up in the Alaskan bush that need to store up a bunch of meat to survive the winter, but that's not what we're talking about here.

Heck we're all tying hunting to just deer here as well.  I live in a huge bird hunting area.  You telling me these swaths of people are roaming around here in their orange vests to make sure they have enough bird meat to get through the winter?  C'mon.

 
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2.8 million pounds in 2010 in the US.  That's how many examples. 

And since you don't know many hunters, I don't really put much stock in your guess regarding why they eat their kills. I know a lot of hunters.  And if meat wasn't involved most would go bowling. Much like fishermen. 

It's not a "dinner tonight, let's go hunting" situation.  It's a "hunt, clean, pack into a chest freezer for the year" situation.
For my family it was a filling of the larder when game was in season for times when it was not.  The only time I could say we hunted with a specific meal in mind was for Thanksgiving.  There was a concerted effort made for that meal.  Also, that time of year has many open seasons in Wisconsin so game and fowl were both hunted the weekend before. Not unlike the harvest of pumpkins, apples and squash a few weekends before, corn a few before that, and the last tomatoes and cucumbers a few before that.  The pies, the relishes, the pickles, the sauces, and the main dishes for our Thanksgiving did not originate in a store but from the fields, orchards, lakes and woods around our property.  (Flour was store bought as was sugar.  Milk, butter and ice cream were not.)   

 
Well I do know many hunters, and I'm calling a massive giant BS on this comment.

Bowling :lmao:  

C'mon.  We saw in the study 65% cited reasons of essentially sport as their primary reason, and that was in a study where people were just answering and could lie.  "Yea I totally do it for the meat....totally".  I don't doubt that there are folks up in the Alaskan bush that need to store up a bunch of meat to survive the winter, but that's not what we're talking about here.

Heck we're all tying hunting to just deer here as well.  I live in a huge bird hunting area.  You telling me these swaths of people are roaming around here in their orange vests to make sure they have enough bird meat to get through the winter?  C'mon.
You don't think people eat birds they shoot?  

 
For my family it was a filling of the larder when game was in season for times when it was not.  The only time I could say we hunted with a specific meal in mind was for Thanksgiving.  There was a concerted effort made for that meal.  Also, that time of year has many open seasons in Wisconsin so game and fowl were both hunted the weekend before. Not unlike the harvest of pumpkins, apples and squash a few weekends before, corn a few before that, and the last tomatoes and cucumbers a few before that.  The pies, the relishes, the pickles, the sauces, and the main dishes for our Thanksgiving did not originate in a store but from the fields, orchards, lakes and woods around our property.  (Flour was store bought as was sugar.  Milk, butter and ice cream were not.)   
My grandmother's ice cream recipe is still used at my house during Thanksgiving.   No ice cream maker, just a lot of sugar, heavy cream, stirring and freezing.  Still use her pie crust recipes, and all sorts of others. We didn't have a farm, but people near did.  Bought local pumpkin, greens, etc etc. I still try to buy my holiday veggies from the Hungarian settlement farms down here  

But we buy (and always did) the canned cranberry sauce. That stuff is like crack.  

 
You don't think people eat birds they shoot?  
You think those bulls that this thread was started about don't get eaten?

Does that mean they kill the bulls because they need to eat them?

Of course not.  Just like all these guys aren't out here bird hunting to survive.  They're doing it because it's fun.

 
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:lmao:

You think those bulls that this thread was started about don't get eaten?

Does that mean they kill the bulls because they need to eat them?

Of course not.  Just like all these guys aren't out here bird hunting to survive.  They're doing it because it's fun.
:shrug:

 
:lmao:

You think those bulls that this thread was started about don't get eaten?

Does that mean they kill the bulls because they need to eat them?

Of course not.  Just like all these guys aren't out here bird hunting to survive.  They're doing it because it's fun.
I'll thaw a duck from the freezer this weekend in your honor.

The issue with bullfighting isn't "killing a bull."  It's systematically torturing a bull for a crowd of bloodthirsty nutjobs.  We kill cattle all the time for meat, and for paychecks, and for all kinds of reasons, we just don't turn it into a gladiator match.  

There is nothing better about agrobusiness cattle farming for meat than hunting a deer.  And a great deal worse. 

Same with the duck someone buys at a store or restaurant. Or chicken. Or pheasant. Or grouse.  Or whatever. 

 
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I get going vegetarian or vegan.  I really do.  I think it's a responsible, moral position.  

I don't get thinking that buying a store bought duck that's been force fed and shoved in a 1.5'x.5' box all its life is more moral than shooting a duck and eating it or donating it for food.

 
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How many people are really doing this?

Honestly, how many people out there are like "####, the Walmart is 3 hours away, I need to do this to feed my family," or "I can't afford to shop at the Walmart," or "McDonald's closed early tonight and I'm starving so I better go shoot me some food"?

This "subsistence hunting" you speak of is interesting, but I'm willing to guess that in 2017, to the extent there is any eating of the kill, 90% of that is an afterthought/post-hoc justification for big men with small wieners having a chance to feel like they have big wieners. 

And the food bank idea is really neat. I'd love to hear how many real life examples there are of that. 
I can go to the store and buy fish that smells like it's been stewing in a styrofoam container for a week and stinks up my whole house when I open it, or I can go fishing and catch a fresh fish that I know where it is coming from, tastes much better, is much fresher, and use the entire fish (I use the bones and head to make fish stock that I then freeze, or make bait out of it that I use to catch more fish)

I view hunting the same even though I don't participate.  Why settle for a cow that is living in its own #### being fed antibiotics to keep it alive because of the horrendous conditions, or I can go shoot a deer that has been living in the wild, eating grass, fruit, nuts, etc.

 
My grandmother's ice cream recipe is still used at my house during Thanksgiving.   No ice cream maker, just a lot of sugar, heavy cream, stirring and freezing.  Still use her pie crust recipes, and all sorts of others. We didn't have a farm, but people near did.  Bought local pumpkin, greens, etc etc. I still try to buy my holiday veggies from the Hungarian settlement farms down here  

But we buy (and always did) the canned cranberry sauce. That stuff is like crack.  
We made, and still do, homemade cranberry sauce.  I know what you are saying about the canned stuff though because occasionally we would get that eating over at friends houses. Wisconsin was then a large producer of cranberries, though not where I lived.  Those were generally store bought but sometimes from roadside stands if we traveled through those areas. Wine beer and liquor were mostly store bought, though there were a few monasteries nearby that made some, also some cheeses and breads.  There was a lady not too far away who made and sold root beer, sarsaparilla root not being uncommon.

In the spring we kids were expected to collect rhubarb which grew wild, also scallions and asparagus.  The rhubarb was made into sauce which was used in pies throughout the year.  The asparagus and scallions were canned beyond what we ate fresh.

We had a hand cranked ice cream maker.  I hated that thing.  Hated the butter churn too, and when the apples were picked we were all expected to spend many hours coring and peeling those suckers for sauces that were put up.  We boys did not have to be involved with the gardens so pickles (Bread and butter and dill) were done without us as were spicy crab apples which was a girls chore.  Man those cinnamon spiced crab apples were good.

 
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We made and still do homemade cranberry sauce.  Wisconsin was then a large producer of cranberries, though not where I lived.  Those were generally store bought but sometimes from roadside stands if we traveled through those areas. Wine beer and liquor were mostly store bought, though there were a few monasteries nearby that made some, also some cheeses and breads.  There was a lady not too far away who made and sold root beer, sarsaparilla root not being uncommon.

In the spring we kids were expected to collect rhubarb which grew wild, also scallions and asparagus.  The rhubarb was made into sauce which was used in pies throughout the year.  The asparagus and scallions were canned beyond what we ate fresh.

We had a hand cranked ice cream maker.  I hated that thing.  Hated the butter churn too, and when the apples were picked we were all expected to spend many hours coring and peeling those suckers for sauces that were put up.  We boys did not have to be involved with the gardens so pickles (Bread and butter and dill) were done without us as were spicy crab apples which was a girls chore.  Man those cinnamon spiced crab apples were good.
My retirement dream is something like this.  A few acres, enough of a garden and orchard to keep myself busy canning all year, and everything made at home.

 
I can go to the store and buy fish that smells like it's been stewing in a styrofoam container for a week and stinks up my whole house when I open it, or I can go fishing and catch a fresh fish that I know where it is coming from, tastes much better, is much fresher, and use the entire fish (I use the bones and head to make fish stock that I then freeze, or make bait out of it that I use to catch more fish)

I view hunting the same even though I don't participate.  Why settle for a cow that is living in its own #### being fed antibiotics to keep it alive because of the horrendous conditions, or I can go shoot a deer that has been living in the wild, eating grass, fruit, nuts, etc.
I will not eat fish that is not cooked or smoked the day it is caught.  It tastes "fishy" and stinks.  If it is smoked, vacuum sealed, and frozen right away it is fine for a month or two.  I understand it is a bacteria in fish oil issue.

I remember my grandfather who would make his own limburger cheese.  God that was a stinky, runny mess.  None of us kids got the taste for it .  That died out with him.

 
My retirement dream is something like this.  A few acres, enough of a garden and orchard to keep myself busy canning all year, and everything made at home.
Mine too.  I also want I bit of a marijuana grow in a green house and a still out back.  Also I am going to need a three-legged dog to sit on the porch with me.  I worry that I may not be able to find one and will have to make one.

 
While i agree that most people i know that hunt or fish keep the meat and eat it, that is not why they do it. 

They also dont do it for the thrill of the kill.

Most hunters/fisherman i know go with family and friends and enjoy that part of it the most. 

I dont have an issue with that. The simple fact that they eat it means it is one less animal that is tortured in a factory plant. 
That is all part of it.  I go fishing for a combination of things.  Sometimes I go alone to get outdoors in nature and have some time to reflect, and other times I go with friends and family, have a picnic lunch and pop a few beers while getting outdoors for the day.  If I catch some fish, awesome I have some meals for the family.  If I don't then it's not a waste because of the other reasons.  I imagine hunting is the same way.  Get outside, get some exercise, hang out with friends and family and hopefully you bag a deer that can feed your family for the year.  If you don't then it was still an enjoyable experience.

Think of going to a restaurant.  If you order a burger you are participating in the killing of an animal.  Did you go to dinner just to participate in killing an animal or did you also go to have an enjoyable experience with friends and family?  Since I started fishing a few years ago I became a lot less likely to waste food, especially meat given that a life is taken to provide it.  I don't enjoy actually killing the fish and actually feel sorry for them.  When I think of how disconnected people in this country are with where their food comes from and how wasteful our supermarkets and the people who shop there are it makes me sick.

 
Mine too.  I also want I bit of a marijuana grow in a green house and a still out back.  Also I am going to need a three-legged dog to sit on the porch with me.  I worry that I may not be able to find one and will have to make one.
There are many things in life I cannot help people with, and it bothers me.  I can't fix most injustice, I can't save a lot of people who need saving. 

But if you need a three-legged dog I know exactly where to find one.

http://www.petswithdisabilities.org/adopt.html#3leg

 
I will not eat fish that is not cooked or smoked the day it is caught.  It tastes "fishy" and stinks.  If it is smoked, vacuum sealed, and frozen right away it is fine for a month or two.  I understand it is a bacteria in fish oil issue.

I remember my grandfather who would make his own limburger cheese.  God that was a stinky, runny mess.  None of us kids got the taste for it .  That died out with him.
Yea, if I catch multiple trout I usually make dinner with one or two to feed the family and the rest gets brined so that I can smoke it the following day.  

 
There are many things in life I cannot help people with, and it bothers me.  I can't fix most injustice, I can't save a lot of people who need saving. 

But if you need a three-legged dog I know exactly where to find one.

http://www.petswithdisabilities.org/adopt.html#3leg
Perfect.  Thanks for the link.  I find myself reminded of a joke.

A salesman comes visiting a farmer.  The farmer is out on his porch with a three-legged pig rooting around.   The farmer is solicitous of the pig and the salesman remarks on this.  The farmer says that the pig is his special pig.  The salesman asks what makes him so special and the farmer tells the salesman that the pig rushed into the home one night when it was on fire.  He rooted the farmer, his wife, and his kids from sound sleeps and then lead them out.  The salesman then remarks that it must have been in the fire that the pig lost its leg. "Nawww" the farmer replied.  "A pig that special you don't want to eat all at once".

 
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We made, and still do, homemade cranberry sauce.  I know what you are saying about the canned stuff though because occasionally we would get that eating over at friends houses. Wisconsin was then a large producer of cranberries, though not where I lived.  Those were generally store bought but sometimes from roadside stands if we traveled through those areas. Wine beer and liquor were mostly store bought, though there were a few monasteries nearby that made some, also some cheeses and breads.  There was a lady not too far away who made and sold root beer, sarsaparilla root not being uncommon.

In the spring we kids were expected to collect rhubarb which grew wild, also scallions and asparagus.  The rhubarb was made into sauce which was used in pies throughout the year.  The asparagus and scallions were canned beyond what we ate fresh.

We had a hand cranked ice cream maker.  I hated that thing.  Hated the butter churn too, and when the apples were picked we were all expected to spend many hours coring and peeling those suckers for sauces that were put up.  We boys did not have to be involved with the gardens so pickles (Bread and butter and dill) were done without us as were spicy crab apples which was a girls chore.  Man those cinnamon spiced crab apples were good.
Are you a thousand years old?

 
Look, you can't run this thing on attractiveness because the scale is skewed away from it.  You have to go by "what kind of freaky #### is this chick going to do that no one ever will do to me again?"

That said:

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I've known a few roller derby gals, and I'd take them over any generic model. Fun chicks, willing to do freaky things. I'm a fan. 

13524.

1 looks dirty dirty dirty. 

Don't sleep on 5, either. She looks up for anything. 

 
I keep what I catch while fishing, presuming the size limits and bag limits allow.  Up where I live we have a lot of fly fishermen who catch and release.  Those guys, of course, use barbless hooks so as to not do too much damage to the fish, almost always trout.

Up in the mountains here we get a nice run of kokanee salmon in the fall.  Some like to fish that spawn, and some even just snag them during the spawn.  Me, I like to let spawning fish spawn.  I also always pass up trophy bucks as I prefer to let them breed, and frankly the meat is not as good as a much younger deer.
:goodposting:

You are batting 1.000 in this thread.  Thanks for your contributions.

 
Are you a thousand years old?
As a kid we had 4 digit phone numbers and the line was a party line.  Our summer home had an outhouse.  ( to be fair it also had three indoor toilets.)  We bathed in the lake and got our water from it as well.  We had a trash incinerator.  We lived off of an unpaved road, eventually it had loose pea gravel placed on it.  Our roads were not plowed.  Our mailing address was our name on RR1 (Rural Route #1 not a street, but a mailman's route.)

 
As a kid we had 4 digit phone numbers and the line was a party line.  Our summer home had an outhouse.  ( to be fair it also had three indoor toilets.)  We bathed in the lake and got our water from it as well.  We had a trash incinerator.  We lived off of an unpaved road, eventually it had loose pea gravel placed on it.  Our roads were not plowed.  Our mailing address was our name on RR1 (Rural Route #1 not a street, but a mailman's route.)
My grandfather's home in Kentucky, they didn't get mail in the winter - had to go into town and collect it once a week.  The road was just too dangerous for a mail truck when there was ice.  Same kind of phone/paving issues. Used to take his boat out on the lake and fish all day.  Learned how to clean a catfish there.

 
In my youth I spent  summers at my grandma's farm. It was an old house - the only toilet was in grandma's bedroom in the new addition. Everyone else used the outhouse. We used well water for cooking and drinking. 

I spent many happy summer days hunting rabbits and pheasants. Fishing on the Missouri River  using rods  and reels, set-lines, and bow and arrows. Everything we caught, we ate. And I did it all with my dad and my uncles. 

It was glorious, and I  truly wish I could go back to living like that. 

 
In my youth I spent  summers at my grandma's farm. It was an old house - the only toilet was in grandma's bedroom in the new addition. Everyone else used the outhouse. We used well water for cooking and drinking. 

I spent many happy summer days hunting rabbits and pheasants. Fishing on the Missouri River  using rods  and reels, set-lines, and bow and arrows. Everything we caught, we ate. And I did it all with my dad and my uncles. 

It was glorious, and I  truly wish I could go back to living like that. 
My grandfather was of the belief that rabbits were not to be hunted during June, July, and August.  He believed they were susceptible to blood parasites during the warm months.  I do not know whether that is true but we followed his lead.

 
My grandfather was of the belief that rabbits were not to be hunted during June, July, and August.  He believed they were susceptible to blood parasites during the warm months.  I do not know whether that is true but we followed his lead.
I only had three cousins die of intestinal distress. I'm  sure it's just a coincidence. 

 

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