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Hearing Held on 1st N.J. Black Bear Hunt in 5 Years

Associated Press
"TRENTON, N.J.-- Supporters and opponents of what would be the state's first approved bear hunt in five years weighed in Tuesday on rules that would authorize a fall hunting season.

The Environmental Protection Department and the Fish and Game Council heard from several groups, including The Humane Society, the New Jersey State Federation of Sportsmen's Clubs and other nature conservation groups during its black bear management policy hearing Tuesday night.

Groups in support called anti-hunters too emotional and impractical. Some in the groups against the plan called the hunters supporting it extreme and bloodthirsty."

http://www.foxnews.com/us/2010/05/12/hearing-held-st-nj-black-bear-hunt-years/

Do these people really get the problem, or have they been so Disneyfied that they can’t wrap their minds around animals being a danger to human life? Clearly human life is being devalued as the Avatar jellyfish-like little demons suck the reason out of our souls.

Bears kill people, not just when threatened, but when they come into contact with people. It doesn’t mean that I think bears are bad. I think they are wild animals, and when wild animals don’t face enough natural predators, or hardships then they come looking for greener pastures, and we humans create these greener pastures.

If you wear, sit on, or grip cow skin, also known as leather, then please give me a break. You eat meat? You think they put the chickens in those Soylent Green suicide chambers so they can peacefully slip away to chicken feather heaven?

Yeah, bears are cute. I had a Yogi Bear stuffed animal that I slept with as a kid, and I loved him, but my grandfather, the hunter (who used literally everything possible from everything he caught) showed me the reality of how savage a bear could be when approached.

Grandpa also had an amazing garden where he would savagely tear those poor tomatoes from mother vine.

Why don’t we save our rage for the mistreated children in our own communities? Why don’t we freak out about the mistreatment of senior citizens left alone, neglected in nursing homes? Why don’t we discuss it over a beautiful bear steak, which, by the way, Grandma could roast to a melt in your mouth consistency?

Bon Apetit