Don’t be cruel to a hart that’s true.
I recently finished reading a bio of Swedish Baron Bror Blixen, the much-maligned womanizing boozer husband of Danish-writer Izak Dinesen as portrayed in Out of Africa. It was apologetic in the extreme. (I think the writer was his godson.) He was a failed coffee plantation owner in Kenya who had become a big-game hunter after his Swedish and Danish backers backed out on him. I was puzzled as to why so many attractive young women fell for this middle-aged roué killer of exotic game (cause Blix was a party animal?) At one point in the book, he and his rich guests (they’re always rich,) whilst on safari, run into ‘a spot of trouble’ when there’s no ‘bush meat’ left to feed the crew. (The rich folks’ champagne and victuals were usually flown in by foolhardy pilots.) He thinks fast on his feet and expertly bags a heffelump so the workers can eat. Thus are Blix and his gang able to continue their killing spree. (One man’s elephant shank is another man’s umbrella stand.) A savy hunter (Ivory Joe?) is a good provider. But Blix also felt remorse often repeating a Coptic saying ‘Life is life and fun is fun, but it’s all so quiet when the goldfish die.’
Now I understand that children must learn to hunt before they develop that sappy tendency to feel pity for animals or people. A wise farmer never names his cows. My father abhorred hunting and guns. His excuse was he had once shot a deer when out with hunter friends and for the rest of his life he could not forgive himself. He obviously had not tasted home-smoked venison sausage. I have. A few years back our washing-machine repairman gave us some from his freezer. It was delicious. Also in the freezer was the severed head of a buck with a 16 pt rack.
read about St Hubert I think the makers of “The Queen” starring Helen Mirren were onto this story.