When I was a child, my parents and I would visit this rich oil family who had a summer cabin near us. They went on African Safaris (this was in the 60's) and I remember seeing pictures around their place with the Mrs. and her elephant gun sitting on the leg of a huge and beautiful (but quite dead) African elephant. I was horrified and confused as a child that someone would fly half way across the world to go to a continent (that I longed to visit) for the purpose of shooting one of the most gorgeous, emotional, intelligent animals on the planet for any reason, much less as a trophy and for some lousy photographs.
It's barbaric that trophy hunters feel what I can only guess is a sense of triumph and empowerment by killing and then capture their kill for posterity and ego showings by posing for photos with their dead victims. In the 21st Century man vs. beast?! Come on! Are there people out there who admire these killers? I won't even go into the whole stuffing and wall mounting the poor animal. That's a whole other level of creepy and aghast. These people must have such empty, egocentric souls. Okay. Enough. Now off to reheat my coffee and take a few slow, deep breaths.
*A repost blog from 2011