Hey, I know; let's GO Fishing......

My brother was often heralded as the great white hunter, by my mother, but I couldn't see the point of killing something when I knew we were having meatloaf for dinner.  On one occasion, he came home with a rabbit and I refused to eat it.

"Why not?" my mother challenged.

I was twelve, at the time, but some childhood memories remain in our 'vaults' and this event stirred up plenty, for me:

"He shot Thumper, for chrissakes!" I responded.  "Is he going to murder Bambi, next?"

In the end I wasn't forced to eat 'Thumper,' but I was punished for swearing.

@gdh Taking out Thumper is definitely a step too far......

@jack-dodds   As a young boy, I did go fishing with my paternal grandfather on Lake Champlain, in upstate New York, and what we caught we took home, cleaned, and grandma cooked them up in butter, salt, and pepper.  We only caught enough to eat, and enjoyed the rest of the time on the lake.  I was taught to honor what you take from the lake, or the forest, much the same as the native Americans who once lived there.  You don't honor a fish by slipping a hook into it's mouth and then throwing it back in the lake.  Damage has been done and it is not an honorable way to treat creatures, especially if you may at some point rely on their existence for sustenance.  The oft-quoted 'do unto others' in religion does not only refer to humanity, I would tend to think.  Just an opinion, of course.

On the flip side, Lagi, a San Francisco restaurant, used to have a venison pasta that was so delicious I would travel back to the city just to enjoy this dish, with a rich Merlot.  The northern-Italian cook/owner would prepare it for me, if I called ahead, and I did this quite often.   

@gdh I agree about the honoring aspect for sure.

What goes 'round, comes 'round! Florida Tarpon grow 100-125 pounds.

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