Deer hunters are a special breed. I grew up with a father whose passion was deer hunting. I married a woman whose father and brothers were avid hunters: birds, coon, rabbits, squirrels, elk, deer, and moose. It is not the game as much as it is the hunt. I owned guns and went hunting or fishing two or three times a week while in high school and before I went into the service. I even have a high school age granddaughter who goes deer hunting with her father, my son. We all target practice to sight our weapons or improve our hunting skills but none I know of target shoot up old cars ore shoot at targets shaped like people. A bow and quiver of arrows proves the value a person puts on the skill of stalking and hunting. No one would ever catch any of these people, including me, with a Bushmaster or semi automatic or automatic weapon with armor piercing bullets in the forests of northern Minnesota. It would be shameful—it would be like clearly admitting we did not know what we were doing. Some of them may be National Rifle Association members. If they are members, I think it is time for them to withdraw their membership; leave the organization to anarchists, survivalist, and other crazies.
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