That'll never happen, but perhaps it could be worked out what combination of weapons would make the fight roughly sporting. A man fighting a grizzly bear, for example, armed with a bear protective (but not proof) suit and, say, a sword or club or 22 cal pistol. I think what bothers most nonhunters is the fact that most hunting is done by blindsiding or ambushing the animal.
I have no problem with sustenance hunting, but those who just enjoy killing I have a problem with.
Here's a thought.... hunting is not a sport. 100000 years ago, people hunted to get meat and feed their family. It is a survival activity, not a sport.
James - Before, I was trying to take your "you can't prove it's wrong" argument to it's logical end. I see no way that we can objectively prove that something is right or wrong, and you offered nothing to the contrary. If this is the only measure by which someone can be of the opinion that something is wrong or by which a law may be formed, then I believe we would live in a world with no opinions and no laws. The very nature of the words right and wrong is subjective.
What if someone killed your dog?
I didn't say anything about its rightness or its wrongness... I just said its not a sport since people were doing it before the concept of sport was concieved (probably).
My family never had a lot of money. When my dad killed a dear or two during the hunting season, it was a matter of lining the freezer with good, hardy meat for the leaner times of the year. For the price of a bullet and a bit of patience, we could fill our freezer with delicious, lean venison. We used EVERYTHING. Steaks, cutlets, roasts. We ground the excess into sausage and ground venison, and sold the pelts to reenactors to turn into proper period garments. Mind you, I'm only twenty years old. This is modern times. In my family, the idea of hunting purely for sport was abhorrent. Even when money was easier to come by, we still hunted because, again, it was a good way to preserve our funds.
Mother Nature is replete with predation. The cycle of life is vicious and unforgiving. Their is no compassion, no regrets. Survival has no conscious.
I am a part of that cycle of life. I respect the sacrifice of all animals I ingest and realize that life is not necessarily fair. Only the strong survive.
Just sitting here in front of the computer, listening through my open window, as 6-feet men fire 12-gauge pellets at 6-inch doves - fun times --
Dove are better tasting than Reese's Peanut Butter Cups....
Just the same, I'll stick to gunning down Reese's Peanut Butter Cups - PULL!