Kendall Jones is a great American. She is one of the ever-growing group of female huntresses. For years hunting was pretty much a male dominated sport…don’t get me wrong it is still heavily male, but times are a-changing. You’d think the liberals who love to talk about the war on women would be proud of their sisters breaking the mold. You know…shattering that glass ceiling and all that fun stuff, but apparently not. Its obvious Kendall got the sweet hearted people’s against the killing and eating of animals dander up. Way up! She did it by posting a series of amazing pictures of an African Safari. Miss Jones was shown victoriously after she bagged some beautiful animals. It was all legal and I’m sure cost a pretty penny, but you’d think Miss Kendall would have torn out a baby’s heart on TV and eaten it with all the vitriolic reaction that hit the web.
She was an instant celebrity. Hatred and death threats spread like wildfire across the savannah. The pretty Texas cheerleader was despised. So much anger has arisen that the powers that be at Facebook caved in and removed her pictures from their system. Clash Daily has already pointed out the obvious hypocrisy that Facebook allowed a Kill Kendall Jones page to stay up while forcing down her trophy pictures. I wonder if Facebook would be liable if something were to actually happen to Kendall?
The PETA-loving-animal-coddling-anti-hunter-tree-humpers out there would like us to believe that Miss Jones is an aberration. Sorry to burst their vegan bubbles. She’s not. I’m just a guy from the Midwest. I’m a family man trying to make ends meet. I kill two or three deer every year for fun and food. That’s right its fun to kill them and then we eat their flesh. If you’ve never tried it, it’s delicious, oh yeah, and fun. I may never get to take an African Safari like Miss Jones, but I’m proud of the whitetails on my wall. I was lucky enough to take a self-guided Caribou trip to Alaska in 2000 with an old high school bud. Frankly, I may never get to do it again and it remains one of the most amazing and wonderful things I’ve ever done in my life.
My friend and I took our big evil guns up to the home of Sarah Palin. I just threw her name in here to drive the lefties crazy. That’s all you have to do to make their heads spin, say or type Sarah Palin. I don’t know Sarah; never met her, but my friend and I got dropped into the Alaskan Bush all alone. No guide. Just us and our vicious guns and sharp knives. We’re flatlanders from the Midwest, but we worked hard and found a nice family of caribou and we killed them. They never saw it coming either. We destroyed them. They tried to run, but it was no use. The caribou I have on my wall most likely was a father. I mercilessly blasted him to death as his children watched. They finally ran away in fear.
I was so elated at murdering my Caribou, just like Kendall Jones and her exotic animals, I took some victory photos. We didn’t have Facebook back then to show all my friends. I had to show them the old fashioned way with a photo album, face-to-face over a beer. Which I might add is a good time.
After my gloating carcass shots were done…then we used terrible razor sharp knives to cut all the flesh from our poor dead creatures. We removed their skins and their antlers. We even decapitated them, though they had done nothing to us. We cut every last scrap of meat off the bones and left them behind for other carnivores to come eat. It’s the law to remove ALL of the meat before the trophy parts in Alaska.
We packed up all the bloody meat in backpacks and hiked like illegal’s sneaking across the Rio Grande back to our campsite. We were exhausted and starving. It’s hard work slaughtering innocent animals. So we settled in and built a fire. We sat around eating meat from the animal we had just butchered. It’s pretty fresh like that. Yum. Yum. We laughed at our good fortune as we consumed the fleshy steaks we had stolen from the back of a beautiful Caribou. Good times were had by all, except the Caribou, I guess. He did provide us with some life-giving protein though. Thanks for that…Bou!
Eventually, we had to load up our boats, float away, and return back to the world of jobs, computers, and anti-hunters.
Alaska is known as the last frontier. I agree with that assessment, I left a piece of my heart up there in Alaska. The anti-hunter freaks will wish someone had literally cut out my heart, but no such luck.
Hunting, killing, and eating flesh from animals is an amazing and life changing experience. Everyone should try it, at least once.
It’s spiritual in many ways as you watch an animal die at your hand and then consume the flesh he would have used to run away. It’s a top of the food chain kind of experience, both an honor and blessing. I plan to Rise, Kill and Eat (Notice the not so veiled plug for Doug’s new book) as long as I walk this earth. It won’t matter if Facebook lets me post these pictures or not. I was killing animals and eating them before some geek invented FB. I will be killing and eating innocent animals the rest of my life, which I’m sure many of you leftist whack jobs wish was soon.
I think I might feed my little children some deer flesh tonight to honor the right of hunting that for now we still enjoy. Kill it and grill it as the Nuge would say! Stay classy anti-hunters…and shoot straight Kendall!
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