During my last hunting trip while sitting in a Redneck blind waiting for that giant trophy whitetail to magically appear I got to thinking about what being a trophy hunter really means. Over the years the name “trophy hunter” has been beaten up pretty badly. Most of the hunting organizations, who are truly trophy hunters, try to stay low key and don’t even want to put the size of the animal harvested in print. I remember the last big hullabaloo was when an American doctor shot a lion that was “according to the news” a pet. I don’t remember all the details but it started out as a guided hunt in an open area but the lion ended up dying in a sanctuary. They even gave the lion a name. The anti-hunters and media made such a big deal out of it that most of us really don’t know what actually happened. Stories like this, true or not, give all hunters a bad rap. The same people that spread that story are now busy allowing monuments to be torn down, watching cities being burned and dictating what we can and cannot say. WOKE is in and I guess I’m about the most UNWOKE person around. The old white guy. I can live with that but this craziness must stop.
