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My teenage brother, dad, and dad's hunting buddy had a chance to help with a herd cull several years back in California. IIRC, it was a herd that was centered in a cemetery and had taken over a suburban neighborhood.
The local newspapers found out about the planned hunt and referred to these guys as "professional hunters," which we all thought was pretty funny, especially since dad's hunting buddy was the director of the local charity which was to receive the meat.
Of course the hunt was cancelled as soon as the papers got ahold of the story. And the herd presumably culled itself through starvation and disease. Sad.
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Ever notice how those who claim to believe in animal rights generally don't believe in human rights? -- Raymond Louis Drake-Tealy
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