Here are some thoughts and questions. 

How many sports and activities do you know of where humans and animals participate? 

Obviously, human - human sports are by far the most popular: football, basketball, the list is long, and it's not relative to this article. 

Let's consider the human - animal activities.

 

On our planet (currently) we have animals that swim, live on land, some amphibians, and animals that fly.

 

To make this brief and readable, here's a short list.  If anyone would like to add to it, I would be grateful.  Just email me, steve at sl-prokeys dot com and your additions will be included.  Thank you.

I've listed several sports which immediately come to mind.  I didn't spend hours on this list - I'm sure I left out about as much as I've included.  Nowhere in the above list can I think of animals being forced to perform in any way. 

I can't see any type of cruelty in the legitimate, legal sports above.

That assumes that any form of killing is done as quickly and humanely as possible. 

Even in illegal sports, (dog and cockfighting), the participants seem willing and eager to fight, possibly because they are bred and conditioned exactly for this purpose.

Killing and Cruelty

How can I relate - personally - to the list above?  I'm unable to speak for other people, so how can I relate to killing for any reason other than to save my own life or the life of another? 

I suppose I can "relate" by confession. 

Well, I've loved bass fishing since about 1973.  I fished almost daily for several years. 

Many, many bass died because I enjoyed bass fishing.  Some were used as food, five are on my walls as trophies, most were released to swim away.

I've gone quail hunting plenty of times, shot about 500 shells, and probably killed 2 or 3 quail.  A good hunter I'm not.  I tried shooting clay pigeons a few times, and wasted about 500 more shotgun shells.  When it came to bird hunting, I think the birds just laughed at me as they flew away.

I never hunted game, such as deer or elk.  I never had any interest.

I went turkey hunting once.  I froze my ass off, and I think the nearest turkey was probably 300 miles away. 

I've killed some birds and squirrels as food for our grey fox.  When he learned to kill for himself, he did it, not me. 

I've only fished in salt water twice, both times I caught and released tarpon - they were not legally in season at that time. 

If they were legal, I'm not sure I would have brought them home for food - I don't know what they taste like. 

I've ridden horses several times, but I haven't engaged in any equestrian sports. 

I've watched greyhound racing 4 or 5 times, but never owned any racing dogs.  I didn't even place a bet - I just wanted to watch the dogs run. 

I once tamed ("manned") a red tail hawk, and took him out to hunt small game: rabbits, birds, rats, whatever. 

After about 10 months, he was set free. 

I raced pigeons for about one year.  The unusable pigeons in my loft were killed in a split second by snapping their necks. 

I offer no excuses or justifications.  I can state factually - you can't release racing pigeons after they have "homed" to your loft. 

They will return from almost anywhere.  "Anywhere" can mean over 1000 miles away, and that's the truth. 

We had a semi-wild grey fox for about 6 months. 

I would have defended him against any and all danger - exactly like I would defend our dogs - members of our family - our pack. 

I raised 6 cages full of mice - no less than 100 - for only one purpose: so the fox could kill and eat them. 

I'm not a wildlife photographer. 

I've never been involved in animal fighting.  I have seen TV news reports of several major arrests for pitbull fighting. 

I've been involved in dog training since 1976, and have competed in legitimate, organized dog competitions in the US and Germany.

I think the brief list above indicates several things.  Obviously, I have definitely killed animals. 

I've killed with intent, and done it willingly - nobody forced me.

I should include my snapping turtle hunts. 

These were done with a very, very powerful rifle, a .300 Winchester Magnum, and specifically small bullets (125 grain spitzer), which traveled at hydro-shock velocity. 

The bullets traveled at 3300-3400 feet per second.  The large snapping turtles (approximately 40-75 pounds) literally exploded before the sound of the rifle got to them. 

My reason for killing large snapping turtles? 

They were killing breeding largemouth bass and interfering with the bass breeding beds in areas which I fished. 

That's a flimsy excuse, and an honest one.

I've also killed numerous pitbulls, stray cats, and feral cats - here on my own training field and inside my own kennels. 

I also killed a pitbull on a nearby public street as he mutilated my client's Sheltie. 

Ask, and I'll supply honest answers.  I'm not proud or ashamed of these killings.

Many years ago, a nature preserve was created about 1,000 yards from my home.  Rats - very LARGE rats - arrived. 

After killing some in rat traps, I found an area where they were climbing down the corner of my office. 

I put a 5 gallon bucket there about half full of water.  Rats by the dozen drowned in the bucket.  I don't know if they suffered - maybe they did. 

No excuses - I did not want them on my property.  I was very concerned about contagious diseases which might infect my dogs. 

Do some research, and you'll discover they carry some very serious diseases.  My attitude was simply, "We don't want them here.  Kill 'em all."

Through my life I have killed.  No denials, no propaganda, and no sugar-coating. 

If it means anything - and it probably doesn't - I've killed as quickly as possible.  I don't, and never had, any interest in watching suffering. 

If you read any of my website pages, you'll learn that I have no interest in cruelty of any kind. 

 

Most of my own dogs were killed by my hands, with a needle and euthanasia solution. 

The obvious alternative - death in a veterinarian's clinic - was not acceptable. 

We had certain family traditions, and our dogs died here - at their home - with their own pack nearby.

Now, what do we say about the obvious cruelty, abuse, and death supported by the rodeos in the name of entertainment and profit?