Since moving to Fargo three years ago, it has become painfully obvious that a significant majority of citizens either hunt for sport or turn a blind eye to those who do.
The first time I saw a local commercial advertising hunting gear, using photos of dead animals, my jaw dropped in disbelief. I frequently hear coworkers casually discussing their hunting weekends. This morning I sat down with a cup of coffee to read The Forum, and I was saddened, but not entirely shocked, to see a photo of a dead elk in the A section.
The accompanying article quotes hunter Becky Scheitzer throughout, glorifying this abhorrent act. I get a visceral reaction every time I hear a hunter say that he eats the meat (or gives it away), or that her hunting helps by controlling wildlife populations, or that she "[loves] being with nature."
Personally I feel that loving nature and killing wildlife are mutually exclusive. I am appalled at this woman's glee over taking the life of animals in their own habitat. And I am disgusted at having her story front and center in my newspaper. It belongs in a "Outdoorsmen" magazine or a Scheels hunting ad.
I expect many angry responses to my opinion. And that's fine; I'm angry too. I also expect most hunters to ask the same old tired question of me: Do I eat meat? If you ask that question then you are not listening to me. My primary issues are twofold: killing animals in their own environment and the character of people who do so, and for sport, no less. Shame on you.
Meidlinger lives in Moorhead.