I suspect you mean me. No, I won’t stop swearing. Fuck that as well. Words are NOT magical.
Goldenmane’s third rule of public discourse … also known as rule fucking #3. Swear a lot.
There’s a tax on almost everything. It’s called GST. Many shooters reload (not me). The problems is the number of feral animals, and the time I have.
So, I’ve been out of the loop for a while but correctly identifying targets seems fairly straight forward. If it’s on two legs it’s probably human (or kangaroo). I’m feeling my age but I can still tell the difference.
Carcass disposal should be a part of the shooting experience but in the middle of nowhere it becomes … difficult. If I shot 20 roos a night I’d spend the majority of my time picking them up. Fuck that. I clean them up in the hay paddocks but that’s all they get. And what about those animals that die through other circumstances? Should they be picked up as well? Fuck that too. And while I’m at it, wild dogs are a problem created by touchy-feely townies who wanted to set a pet “free” rather than deal with it like an adult or, just don’t give a fuck. Fuck all them too. People should have a licence to own a pet.
Please, go on. I’d like to know what “best-practices” you have in mind.
It’s not a magical bucket of never ending money. Are you pulling my tackle?
Why? Just close the park. Solved.
And I’m shooting back. Ideas exist to be destroyed.