Conservation
When I’m hunting I usually carry plastic garbage bags and rubber gloves. You’d be amazed at the shit hunters leave afield, and a lot of other people use DNR property as well. One of the commonest denizens of the forest is not the deer, but the cheap pervert. You can tell them by their spoor, which usually consists of a matted down patch of grass, an empty bottle of some kind of hard liquor, and used condoms and their wrappers.
Usually the worst of the idiots at least put out their butts but sometimes you come on a charred spot where some retard threw the dog-ed of a cigar and set fire to a couple square feet of forest floor, which was, thankfully, green enough to not burn far.
One time, coming on another hunter deep in the preserve, I picked up and put in my bag a beercan he’d just thrown away seconds before. “What are you, some kind of environmentalist asshole?” I’ve never been so damned close to shooting someone.
An environmentalist is a moron. They believe that the planet is more important than anything, and humans be damned. They have no idea what they’re doing, or talking about, and would not admit that at gunpoint. Their desired policies invariably do harm, and they impose stricter and stricter limitations on sportsmen, most of whom are true conservationists.
A conservationist wants the land he hunts, the water he fishes, to be as good when he is 90 as it was when he was 18. He wants those resources to be unchanged for his children’s children’s generations. He cares about his sport, and fights to keep it safe and the game he hunts plentiful.
This is an excellent piece which details the way conservationism has helped make this country what it is today. And how environmentaolism is trying to destroy the work that has been done. If someone calls you an “environmentalist” direct him to that website. And then give him back his teeth.
