I read an article about deer hunters being “frustrated” with “the sport” of hunting. Then I read another about how the deer hunting industry is suffering because young people are no longer signing up, perhaps knowing something their predecessors don’t. I’ve written about hunting in the past, even published a lengthy piece for a magazine whose name escapes me now. It’s an old story, for sure. But the problem is not old, because, even as young people may be seeing an ethical-moral dilemma in “the sport,” it keeps rearing its ugly head. It keeps rearing because no one wants to look too deeply into the abyss.
I’m going to approach this as advocatus diaboli and from two different angles: one from that of a psychotherapist, the other from that of the “targeted.” With the exception of maybe a war veteran, what keeps the waters stirring in our consciousness is the unimaginable experience of being shot at, having someone/something trying to kill you. Hunters try to resolve this by visiting it over and over, which means they never can. Meanwhile, it’s the animal that remains the target of that confusion and dysfunction. It’s an unconscious fixation that never gets resolved, hence never ends. It only feeds on itself and seeks further means to justify itself. For example, by assuming an animal’s stupidity (obliviousness to suffering and death), by concocting data to justify the killing (percentages of those that elude death), by needing meat to survive, by assuming that a Darwinian “superiority” grants us a moral right. The question is, do we really believe it? Or do we seek a finality to killing?
The fascination as opposed to the real thing (kept at arm’s length) is a danse macabre. Believe it or not, it’s not unlike sex. Its absence fuels an obsession and builds into something that it isn’t. An old adage says, “The only way to overcome something is to have it,” then “be done with it.” The refusal to actually experience death is what pornography is to sex – a substitute which never replaces the real thing, so it becomes an addiction. The obsession to kill is the unconscious desire to have it, to be it, and be done with it. Meanwhile, there are victims.
From a shrink’s point of view, the problem is relatively simple: What to do with the problems of substitution and compensation? What also to do with one of its symptoms – emasculation and mythic “rites of passage?” My personal bias/response is to get some psychotherapy, but “real” men don’t do that (another problem). It’s still too unmanly and gets into “feelings” (which are dangerous, as they tap into what I’ve just said). Therapy is what women and “liberals” do. – No, their method of dealing with inner demons and conflicts is to go out and simply shoot things, and/or find every tool imaginable which simulates killing and death (if only in language and ritual) – i.e., sports, weightlifting, cars, getting laid (aggression/violence towards women), etc. All the energy is “outwardly” oriented, never “inward,” where epiphanies lie in wait.
There is one term hunters have allowed into their lexicon (borrowed from liberals), and that is “bonding.” Male bonding is crucial, especially in the military. But it also cements a common thought process and an atmosphere. Both of which enable the excuse to kill while claiming to “help” whose killed. In other words, claiming to help herds thrive and ecosystems to heal. They talk about herd overpopulation, starvation, genetic integrity, etc. Many also “use the meat” (suggesting they need it).
These arguments are simply too shallow to earn any validity. What we’re really witnessing is the care & maintenance of what began to see (30 years ago) as an “Iron Triangle.” An invisible aligning of three industries with one predominant interest and goal – profit. First, the gun industry (including bows & arrows) which doesn’t give a damn who it sells to, using the selling point of “manhood” (tested, confirmed, “rites of passage,” etc. ) as a carrot. Second, the government itself, specifically the Forestry Department which has a history of selling off public lands to private interests (covertly or not). The fact that those lands become unregulated hunting havens is of no concern. Thirdly, the hunting industry itself, companies providing khaki, camping gear, night-vision goggles and lights, ATVs, hunting licenses, and of course magazines filled with images about the “outdoor man.” – These three work side-by-side, each enabling the other, while raking in millions. Together they market America’s “outdoor heritage,” the “pioneer spirit,” and a “hero mythology” born out of whole cloth (thanks to James Fenimore Cooper, Francis Scott Key, Stephan Foster, Longfellow, Stephan Crane, John Wayne, Billy Graham, Tom Clancy – the list goes on).
Meanwhile, problems continue to escalate as they stay unreported, and/or denied. Perhaps the biggest of all being how these three industries actually work to emasculate men (hence, fuel the addiction to guns and hunting). The message being: If one fails at hunting (or even fails to partake), he fails as a man. Hunting is a “rite of passage” because “this is what men do!” The vast majority then end up grappling with the pressures of “what to do” in lieu of that. Sports, hobbies, the “man cave,” try to compensate. But they too often fall short and escalate into misdirected frustration and anger (road rage, domestic violence) – which is really anger at oneself.
Meanwhile, for the hunter and hunted, a huge gulf is created between cause & effect. The cause (the newly minted “man”). The effect (an injured/dead “trophy,” traumatized herds, cubs missing mothers, the strongest genetic link extracted from the herd leaving only the weak, old, and sick, herds trapped in smaller and smaller enclaves – between roads, traffic, zones of human development, thanks to the government selling off public lands).
More and more animals are prone to disease and die early because the genetic integrity of those species has taken a significant hit. How? When left alone, predator species like wolves and bears take only the old and sick – whatever fails to keep up with the herd, including the very young. – Meanwhile, Billy Bob wants his “trophy,” the largest and strongest, for his wall. That leaves only what’s left. And the herd only weakens from there on. This is why Game Departments set quotas on sexes, ages, points, length of antlers, bagging limits, areas open or closed, etc). allowing herds to “heal” — that is, to recover from the stressors placed on them. Quotas are announced each hunting season, not unlike for fishing.
The “Triangle” argues that it’s for the good of the herd, to keep it regulated so as to not overpopulate, so they don’t starve, etc. But that argument puts the cart before the horse. The question is, what created a population problem in the first place? And what sustains that problem? It’s a meticulously monitored and managed program to keep the status quo, not as much for the animal’s welfare as to draw in as many paying customers as possible per season. The argument then shifts away from animal rights to human (recreational) rights, to keep America’s “proud tradition” up and running.
The problem gets lost in a Darwinesque kind of “natural selection” argument – man’s “natural right” to dominate lower species. Humans show an unshakable solipsism by way of rationalizing that animals “don’t know” what’s happening anyway, that they suffer little because they don’t “show” pain or cry out in ways we recognize. As for terror, they don’t “show it.” The point made by Jeremy Bentham is routinely ignored and dismissed: “The question is not, ‘can they reason?’ nor ‘can they talk?,’ but can they suffer?”
On a related topic, it never dawns on us that more and more predator species (and their prey) are taking up residence in cities, and for good reasons. First of all, they have fewer and fewer places to go in their natural habitats which are not visited by humans. Second, they’ve learned that the “high country” is actually not as safe as the city anymore, as strange as that sounds. Too many face being shot at in open fields and forests. Hence, it’s actually safer to find refuge under bridges, in culverts, in between houses and backyards. And thirdly, they’ve learned to follow “our” cues on where to find food. Crossing busy highways (with young) and raiding city dumpsters (with young) is where we guide them. – Bottom line: They’ve learned from us and have been coerced into patterns that play havoc with thousand-year-old instincts. And still, we call it an animal problem, not a “human” problem. The problem is never ours (another point for the solipsistic mind).
It’s self-serving egocentrism that’s so commanding that the hunting industry has even attempted to introduce legislation allowing hunters to shoot from car windows, without even getting out of their vehicles (“for the physically challenged and elderly,” they say). In other words, it’s all about making killing more convenient, hence bringing in more revenue. This again, they call a “sport.” Why? Because it’s a moving target??
Once upon a time, “sport” involved a competition between two parties of equal strength and ability and on equal terms. It was not predator versus prey, but actors of the same species. One had just as much chance to be injured or killed as to injure and kill. When sport then transferred to animals, both had an equal chance of killing and being killed – a one-on-one contest. Since then, the “terms” of sporting have been so debased, abused, and compromised that, today, it’s measured by “odds” and “percentages,” the number of times a bullet or arrow misses a target. Meanwhile, nothing accounts for “near misses” which involves the injuring of animals. If Billy Bob shoots and only injures the animal, where it then limps away and suffers horribly, it’s simply considered a miss. – Couple this also with the despicable (and illegal) practices of running animals down with ATV’s and motorbikes (even helicopters) to the point of exhaustion, to make them “easy shots.” This is how far the “sport” of hunting as fallen into a moral abyss. Again, the question of human rights supersedes animal rights, because animals “don’t suffer.”
The levels of degenerate behavior have sunken so low (in the name of marketing and profits) that African “safaris” actually still take place where, for a cool $5000, one can enter a caged area, select a lion of his choice, and simply shoot it from 20 feet away. One can then have it immediately stuffed and sent home. This, he can then call “a hunt” on an African safari. Cowardice and shame have never stooped so low.
This is how low hunting in general, as a trade, as a therapy, as a recreation, and as a sport has gone. At the same time it ensures that our fearless hunter remains as safe a possible (for liability reasons). “Maximum efficiency with minimum effort” is the new call of the wild for our weekend Rambo.
Just walk through the modern, state-of-the-art hunter’s campsite today, and one gets a convincing sense of what “safety” entails: High clearance 4X4 trucks, campers, tents, TVs, radios, cellphones, GPS systems, computers, medical kits, dirt bikes, microwave ovens, free-dried meals and beer coolers seeing to his every need. He sits around a fire and chews beef jerky while romancing images of his manhood bathed in a virtual climate of Hollywood myth, rough-hewn soldiers of fortune, and pioneer adventuring. The conversation shifts alternately between guns, trucks, scoring the “trophy,” and the Cowboys-Raiders game. (Pardon the wanton stereotyping, but again I’m playing devil’s advocate to an industry/tradition/practice in desperate need of an ablution).
Upon returning home, our hunter recalls having “roughed it” in the great wild. After all, he slept outdoors, hiked several miles, prepared a deer blind, and sat on his belly for hours just to shoot something. The fact of being a poor shot (sometimes even shooting himself a la Dick Cheney) could be the reason he comes home empty-handed. But he doesn’t talk about that. Neither does he discuss the possibility of wounding an animal without killing it, leaving it to suffer. It’s all “part of the sport,” he says. Those are “the odds” of survival, he says.
Apropos of Dick Cheney, our ex-vice president simply followed in the steps of LBJ who used to shoot deer from the backseat of his convertible, probably while drunk, while his chauffeur drove through a friend’s private preserve. What the hell, they were just stupid deer! Cheney did the same with birds, delivered in cages, and set loose right in front of him so he could gun them down. There, the birds would fall, either obliterated instantly or injured and left to flutter around and die slowly.
So let’s address the “statistics” (i.e., “misses”) argument, finally. The fact that something is easy or difficult to kill has no bearing on the ethics, and morality, of killing. It’s the kind of excuse one uses when there is no other. And yet, hunting magazines defer to this legal defense all the time. An analogy might be the mass slaughter of something just because there are so many to count (as with the American buffalo), laying waste to a forest just because “enough” have been spared, or the acquittal of a murderer because he’s a Church deacon and a Boy Scout leader. “Odds” are irrelevant, and “misses” don’t make it right.
In fact, “misses” (and their percentages) are the cruelest acts of all. Mostly, it’s an embarrassing testament to the amateur incompetency of people with guns. They equip themselves with the most sophisticated high-tech weaponry available, including powerful scopes, and they still miss their targets. Even worse, again, they only injure animals. Billy Bob then does nothing about it, because he simply can’t. The fact is, Park Rangers see deer and elk with arrows stuck in their sides, not to mention coyotes, foxes, and bears limping on three legs. They are then forced to “deal” with the problem. – But again, nothing gets in the way of the Number One priority of all – profit. Money always takes priority. Hence, virtually nothing is said or reported. It’s the Ranger’s job to “correct” what Billy Bob leaves behind.
So again, I return to the problem of men (and women) trying to deal with a psychological problem (of worth, power, control, purpose, identity) through actions which have nothing to do with the problem. In psychology there is what’s called a “reaction formation.” It means expressing an unconscious feeling or wish through the opposite reaction. If you feel tremendous shame about something, you express shamelessness. A boy bullies a girl because he’s attracted to her, feels vulnerable next to her, etc. – The analogy spills into the sport of killing like a bucket of cold water. The need/compulsion to announce one’s superiority over nature ties right into one’s confusion with himself. And he takes it out on “lesser” species. It also ties into what I mentioned at the top regarding “fixation” and “sex.”
They are loathe to admit it, but killing (for some) is a highly erotic moment, as sick as that sounds. They get a rush from it – just as rapists get a rush out of the violence they inflict on weaker/vulnerable people. What is that all about?! It’s about a subject area no one dares explore. Better to simply attack “the messenger.”
But what’s most fascinating about this is the “opposite reaction” to the reaction formation. In other words, the fact that some men (and women) feel no such need to kill, because they’re comfortable with who they are. Such men/women do not hunt. They have no appetite to prove anything. And it becomes increasingly Jungian-Freudian the more we go in that direction. That is, the tougher a man’s persona needs to be, the weaker he feels. The strongest and most secure men (and women) are those who are the most invisible, unassuming, unpretentious, unprepossessing. They don’t own guns, and if they do, it’s only for self-protection, and they rarely even shoot them. Most of all, they love animals and understand their worlds. It comes down to a capacity not just for empathy but to be empathic.
Surprisingly, there are signs of a paradigm shift in this direction – starting with (as mentioned) fewer young people signing up to hunt. Men and women (young and old) are evolving (borrowing another “liberal” term). And when they feel compelled to “shoot” something, it’s no longer with a gun but with a camera. The “trophy” is a prized photo on a wall, AND the animal lives another day to be re-photographed. Most importantly, they are beginning to see the world from the animal’s perspective. Even their diets are readjust to this. Suddenly “food consciousness” takes on real meaning.
The world’s ecosystems have suffered for so long (under clouds of denial, lies, and myths) that (need we be reminded?) too many animals are endangered, and the planet is dying. Thank goodness for this new paradigm shift because now it’s a balancing act between saving or not saving nature. The habitats (and habits) of wildlife are now so irrevocably fucked up that local/temporary band-aid repairs no longer fix them. Fixing symptoms do not heal the disease. We applaud ourselves for cleaning up one ecosystem, while multiple others lie damaged, or dead (deferring to “percentages” again). An immediate shift is needed in our thinking.
Unbelievably, despite this, the hunting industry keeps going full-throttle and remains unphased. Like the oil & gas industry which claims to be environmentally friendly as it proceeds to poison everything, “experts” insist that hunting is good for keeping “the balance.” Where extinct or endangered natural predators used to keep the balance, the hunter now steps in as proxy under the auspices of “wildlife management.” The “Triangle” continues to ensure that nature remains dependent upon it, no differently than how the oil industry made the world dependent on it and insists that we can’t live without it.
What should concern us all immediately is the primary “motive” used for saving endangered species in the first place. The motive should be simple and clear – because we care for the planet and feel a kinship with wildlife. But it’s not. The primary reason (in Africa, for example) is because of the profits from tourism. Some very savvy people knew they needed to come up with a “profit motive” very quickly if they were to save lions, elephants, rhinos, zebras, giraffes, and other species. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have been able to stop widespread indiscriminate poaching. – Looking at it, the thinking is all wrong. But this is the world we live in. Profit is what greases the gears of progress. It’s the god from which all blessings flow, and it’s the primary tool that saves animals. It’s a matter of “consciousness” which must change.
Fortunately, tourism is doing something positive after all, beside saving animals. As humans view living habitats, it’s reviving a lost and forgotten connection to nature. People are remembering their primordial roots, and this is sparking a new energy in the environmental movement. Poaching still happens, just as hunters still shoot for their own pleasure and personal greed. But both are being held to the fire more and more. People are beginning to understand nature without the interference of industry, profits and markets.
What comes to mind in this conversation, time and again, is the legacy of the American buffalo, the most tortured American national symbol of all. To know all of what this creature has suffered through, yet survived, is to witness nature’s perseverance over man’s stupidity. It’s the story of human predation (for tongues and hides), not to mention the mass extermination of indigenous tribes and cultures. The new PBS documentary by Ken Burns tells this story in full, from beginning to end, from the European’s first days in the American wilderness. It’s equally mindful of what the white settler/hunter did to the wolf, the bear, the beaver, the elk, the wolverine, the fox, the moose, and the coyote – virtually everything.
The “depopulating” of indigenous tribes and the marketing of tongues and hides actually became a kind of “sport” in the eyes of hunters, trappers, military scouts, and so-called pioneers. Scalp-taking was a white man’s invention, a way to count the number of kills made and proving it while getting paid for them – not unlike scoring points. It speaks to the “mindset” required in the first place, doing it while feeling absolved at the same time. One hardens himself against having a conscience while validating a celebratory kind of savagery – and calling it “God’s will.”
This again, hopefully, is changing, but not fast enough. Especially now that nature is literally “moving in” with us – because we’re moving into their spaces. When an animal is killed, we all die just a little bit. We feel the pain of their death and our own stupidity. This could not be more true than in one of the most obvious places – the “meat packing” industry (euphemism for slaughterhouse). It’s where denial and hypocrisy glare back at us every day. We turn away and ignore what goes on because we want our Jimmy Dean in the morning. At the same time, we claim to “care” about chickens, turkeys, and cattle and want animal suffering to end. You can’t have it both ways. It behooves meat eaters to visit a poultry/cattle “processing” facility (just once) to witness firsthand what happens in delivering the (high cholesterol, high fat, hormone laden) flesh we demand every single day.
The whole animal/nature dilemma is now existential (but always has been). Whether it’s the bloody mass-slaughter of animals (behind closed doors) or the “marketing” of shooting for profit and psychological need, its the same nightmare either way. The bottom line is, we either come to terms with it, or we perish with the animals. An old American Tribal adage says, “The day the animals die will be the day we die.” That’s no exaggeration. The animals are trying to tell us this. We have only to listen to them.
© 2023 Richard Hiatt
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It’s the old “crack baby” argument. A baby is conceived in a world where the mother is already addicted. It’s born and has no choice but to see everything through the lens of addiction. As he or she grows (s)he tries to ween herself off of crack, but every step of the way the crack dealer says “no, you need me, you can’t live without me.” She tries anyway against the odds. Weening ourselves off oil is an accurate analogy.
Another 3,800 words could be spent on a related host of nightmares: Bears caged their entire lives, mutilated to extract bile from their gall bladders; geese fattened by gavage (forced feeding) to extract fat livers 10 times their normal size (foie gras); pigs born in cages too small to turn around in, fed growth hormones, impregnated repeatedly to give birth to 12 piglets at a time, kept in “gestation crates,” males castrated at birth without pain killers, tails cut off (“tail docking”), ears sliced (“ear notching”), unable to stand or walk because of arthritis caused by genetic manipulation; factories slaughtering 1,000 pigs per hour (stunned, throats slit, left to bleed out, dunked in scalding water to remove hair – all happening so fast that some are not stunned and see, hear, and smell what’s happening.; cows held in holding pens for days (smelling blood, hearing screams), sometimes not stunned properly, sometimes beaten to death, strangled, suspended by hooks while conscious, calves slaughtered in front of each other; baby goats cut open alive while still conscious and hung on conveyor belts – and on and on. What happens to chickens and turkeys is even worse. And the old saying: “Two things you never want to be in Mexico is a dog or a horse.” In Spain, a chicken, dog, horse, pig, goat, or a bull (the “blood-sport” of bull-fighting continues).