Today is the last day of this year's hunting season, and our freezers are bulging with wild boar and venison. Although I'm still conflicted on the subject of hunting, I'm absolutely clear on factory farming, and I'm glad that for a while we won't be patronising the supermarket meat counter.
Today is the last day of this year's hunting season, and our freezers are bulging with wild boar and venison. Although I'm still conflicted on the subject of hunting, I'm absolutely clear on factory farming, and I'm glad that for a while we won't be patronising the supermarket meat counter.
What a beautiful pic! The woodland looks like fur. On the hunting bit, I guess a happy life in the forest and a quick, clean kill is better than the factory farm as you say. And if you waste as little as possible, cook it well and eat thoughtfully, what more can you do? Fox hunting, on the other hand, is for me a different story altogether...
Yes, another atmospheric photograph. You really must do something with this one. Get it put on Google, it will easily outshine the others.
Not much to say really, about whats on the menu, but we all eat far too much in Europe.
Hey there. On hunting, I'm not in your camp, but I am a carnivore. I hate to see anything killed, but I don't mind a good T-bone. Where does that put me? On the road to hell, I guess. Great pic. When do I get an invite to your fab hilltop?
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What a beautiful pic! The woodland looks like fur. On the hunting bit, I guess a happy life in the forest and a quick, clean kill is better than the factory farm as you say. And if you waste as little as possible, cook it well and eat thoughtfully, what more can you do? Fox hunting, on the other hand, is for me a different story altogether...
Yes, another atmospheric photograph. You really must do something with this one. Get it put on Google, it will easily outshine the others.
Not much to say really, about whats on the menu, but we all eat far too much in Europe.
Hey there. On hunting, I'm not in your camp, but I am a carnivore. I hate to see anything killed, but I don't mind a good T-bone. Where does that put me? On the road to hell, I guess. Great pic. When do I get an invite to your fab hilltop?
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