The other morning I was making my usual pre-dawn drive through a windy, woodsy canyon when, through the early morning mist, I came upon a breath-taking sight: A majestic buck, grazing in a field with a doe at his side. Had there been a spot to pull over, I would have done so, just to absorb and enjoy the tranquil moment.I drove on, but the lovely image lingered in my mind, as did a gruesome thought: What I had appreciated as a snapshot from God would be seen by some as an opportunity for venison on the plate.
And I mused...how can anyone take pleasure in killing these beautiful creatures and call it a sport?
Karma, baby, karma.
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