Down with Small Game Hunting!

A wonderful autumn day. I am going for a walk between fields in the sunshine when I notice that many cars are parked, mainly jeeps. As I pass them, I discover the owners. They stand in orange jackets along a field. I want to take a closer look, but a sign prevents me from going on. „Driven hunt. Passage forbidden” can be read on it. So, I just stop and watch. That’s when the drivers start walking through the field. They make noise so that they can drive the game at the hunter’s point of view. The animals panic. They try to escape, but there is hardly any escape. You are surrounded. Equal means looks different.

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Superfluous of suffering – superfluous suffering (1)

Forest walk. A deer eats in peace. Then a noise. It flees. I see deer more often. Wild boars too. Rabbits hopping across the field. Deer cross my path. Leisurely. No, there is no danger from me. Only once was I lucky enough to see a fox. Very briefly only. Then he was gone again. You are scared. In front of man. Before those with the guns. But how do you know I don’t have a rifle? Deer seem to know. And wild boars. There are closed seasons. At least for the deer and roe deer. Not for wild boars and foxes. That’s why they’re so shy.

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Fox Hunt

I will never forget that look that the vixen threw from the hole to the four hunters, because this hole in which she was sitting had just been a cave in which she had found safety and refuge, but with shovels they had destroyed it, so that there was no longer any protection from the men with the shotguns, who were grinning at them and confident of victory. Her first, natural impulse would have been to run away, but she couldn’t, because then she would have had to leave her pounding little babies alone, which she could only shield with her body. Would they let themselves be softened, the great men with the deadly rifles? But no, they just laughed maliciously and shot cheerfully, first the vixen and then the babies, cowardly and wickedly. But we have to shoot the foxes, it is said. But that doesn’t mean that it has to be done that way.

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