Devotee of the old ways though I am, I can just about understand why a misguided animal lover might oppose fox-hunting.
If you enjoy eating KFC while pretending the chicken you are eating hasn’t suffered, then it follows that you will worry about the feelings of a fox who would rip the same chicken to pieces if it were kept in nicer conditions. It doesn’t make any sense, or help animals, but it is something sentimentalists do.
I cannot begin to understand, however, why such a person would oppose pretend hunting.
I can grasp perfectly well why one would have to sneak around if one were hunting foxes. But I’m struggling with the concept of sneaking around as one doesn’t hunt foxes. Hunt saboteurs? Yes, I see that. Sabs trying to thwart a pretend hunt? Sorry, I just don’t get it.
There I was in my best navy jacket, the hunter pony all plaited up for a day out.
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