There was a program about black bears on last night. A few people followed the bears around (who seemed quite happy to have them in their presence, and allowed them to measure their heart rate and affix radio collars), studied their behaviour to learn how better to help and understand bears in the wild. Then hunting season started.
Despite giving them brightly coloured collars and putting out a request that out of the thousands of bears living in the forest the hunters spare these fifteen of value to science, half of them were shot anyway. Friendly, trusting bears that the researchers knew personally and loved, it was raw watching their hearts break with each confirmed death of bears that they and their other bears knew and loved, bears that could have taught them so much.
These hunters were scum, there's no other way I can describe them. For trophies, perhaps occasionally meat (and the idea of killing and eating apex predators I find absolutely perverse) they shot these wonderful animals. But the worst thing of all was their modus operandi. They hung chairs from high tree trunks to shoot from, and then put out bait to lure the bears to them. No stalking in the woods, no meeting the bears on ground level where they have the tiniest mote of a chance of escaping or fighting back. No, they construct a high hide and then tempt the bears out with food. Dicks.
I would feel no sorrow were each and every one mauled and eaten by bears.
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