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Trophy hunting/Meat hunting...I fail to see how the two have to be mutually exclusive of one another. I don't need a lot of meat in the freezer for myself and I enjoy the increased challenge of seeking pinnacle representatives of a species. I hunt for trophy animals but I also have a freezer full of meat (most seasons anyway...[&:]). I think trophy hunters have a bad rap for being out there just to harvest a head, which is just ignorant. (As Remington Girl proved). That's just not what trophy hunting is about. It's about taking the challenge up a notch and putting your skills to the test that much more. It's about having a real appreciation for the animals that you hunt and wanting to learn about them. It's about being happy and willing to go home empty handed when some pea sized brained turkey hands you your busted, tired ass every morning for a week. It's not about blood thirsty wanton waste and destruction of game.

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I agree. There's no reason the two have to be separate.

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Quite a few of the younger guys wear them in general. And the most popular would be weddings, graduations and stag nights.

Oh and, my boyfriend is going to hire one for his graduation in June.. Ah bless him he loves kilts too. Perfect!

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Have I got a job for you!!!!!

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:D:D:D:D

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I just love a good cat fight!! Helps to pass the bordom of off season.

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It was fun to watch all the backpeddling and such! ;)

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Yup I am.Anything that'll get me a decent size pile of meat in the freezer is a trophy. Dressed weight potential is the deciding factor. What that weight is depends on where I'm hunting and what the bag limits are. It may be a macho doe or a nice basket rack. It may be semi macho bucks. We don't have real macho bucks around here. If the bag limit is generous it may be a combination of two. It isn't going to have a milk mustache or spots. LOL I've passed on a lot of bucks that would have been killed in one place and ate tags in another. It depends. If I'm in Ohio lots of bucks have walked. Ifthey werein upstate NY, well they would have died. And then,,,... over the past 37 years I've sometimes just shot one because I felt like it and wanted to hear twack.

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I seem to be hunting bigger bucks each season. For me, I have progressed to the point where a 7-8 pointer is my bechmark each year, with an 8-10 my overall goal. I know that is not much for some, but for me it is just where I am in my progression and learning. So I would NOT consider myself a trophy hunter, I am in what I believe to be the middle stages of my hunting journey.

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For the record,

I've just returned from England and Scotland. I was there deer hunting. Ok. I wasculling deer. I shot a chinese water deer (doe), two reeves muntjac (both bucks), two roe deer (both does), and five red deer. Each and every one was taken to a "game processor" which was licensed by the "crown" to sell game meat to the public. The "game stalker", I hunted with, was paid for the deer brought in. He, in turn, paid the "games keepers" on the estates where we hunted. None of the meat went to waste. It went from the field directly to the game processor.How does that make mean idiot?

I agree with Kodiakarcher, davidmil, and many others. Trophy hunting and meat hunting can be one in the same. On the above mentioned hunt, I killedten "trophies"-none of which ever made it back into the United States (it is illegal to bring meat and/or raw animal by productsfrom another country into the US). I'd also mention not a single animals possess antlers of any great size (Muntjac had tiny antlers. They were a far cry from being monsters). The red deer were entirely calves-the first thingthe "games keepers"required usto shoot. I was not there for a big head. I guess I'mone of thoseidiot.

I did wack away at four red fox (I missed a fifth after pulling off a brilliant 370 yard shot). The carasses were tossed into a ditch. The poultry/pheasant farmer was gracious. He asked us to return the following night. We couldn't. Instead we went to the pub. We were English, Scottish, and American drunken idiots!

I did not see anyone wearing a kilt. Althought, I had thoughts of giving it a go myself. I kept thinking "what do these bloks do to keep the bugs from biting their nads?". They are a hardy bunch! In the end, I passed (nope, not man enough).

Emily and Sarah.........nice cat fight. Emily won! That's all I have to say about that.