Quotes About Hunting

But we used to go to flea markets and things, and look for old 78 records that had silly song titles.

Work was always necessary to survive. Then I decided the goal should be to survive without working. But now I have much more work than I had before. Hunting for freedom, I've found the real prison. but at least it's a prison I've chosen for myself.

I don't see how a socialist government can tolerate hunting on horseback. The people who do this are snobs; they're very well-to-do.

To cement the solidarity of their hunting parties, says Boehm, so all members would keep participating in the arduous and risky expeditions, members shared equally whatever meat they bagged—no matter who had delivered the death blow that day, or who had fashioned the spearpoint.

Like many predators, boys hunt in packs.

I'm learning to hunt with rifles, because if you think about it, hunting gets you the healthiest meat - organic, free-range food. It's a totally yuppie spin on what I thought was kind of a redneck occupation.

Know something? I'd lay even odds that between the people following us and the people hunting us, we've become this city's principal means of employment. Tal Verrar's entire economy is now based on fucking with us.

The idea that in prehistoric times a man would spend his life hunting only for the benefit of his own wife and children, who were dependent solely upon his hunting prowess for survival, is simply a projection of 1950s marital norms onto the past.

I was at a very select gathering in a hunting lodge in Leicestershire. How the devil she knew where to find me I really don't like to think. It's a sad day when one can't even escape to a select, supposedly secret orgy without having one's mother summon one—without a verbal blink.

rabbits have white tails in order that it be easy for us to shoot them.

Although deer season doesn't start until November in Maine, the fields of October are often alive with gunshots; the locals are shooting as many peasants as they think their families will eat.

Sometimes love doesn't come to us. We have to go out hunting. It's like pigs looking for truffles. It's called dating.

and he was at his computer, hunting-and-pecking like a studious rhino.

There is no hunting like the hunting of man, and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it, never care for anything else thereafter. —ERNEST HEMINGWAY "On the Blue Water," Esquire, April 1936

I'm more lopsided than a one legged badger!" Graypaw stopped his careful stalking to wander comically across the clearing "I will have to settle for hunting stupid mice I shall just wander up to them, and sit on them until they surrender!

Well, I'm more lopsided than a one legged badger," mewed Graypaw, breaking off from his carful stalking to stagger comically across the clearing. "I think I'll have to settle for hunting stupid mice. They won't stand a chance. I shall just wander up to them and sit on them till they surrender.

just spoken to Lionheart. Ravenpaw won't be training with us till his wound is better. He'll probably stay at Spottedleaf's den for another day or two. Dustpaw and Sandpaw are on hunting duty. So Lionheart thought you and I could train with him and Tigerclaw this morning. We'd better hurry, though," he added. "They'll be waiting!

All kits get fevers!" Sandpaw retorted. "With his thick fur, he'll recover in no time. That coat's going to be handy in leaf-bare, perfect for hunting in the snow. The prey'll never see him coming, and he'll be able to stay out twice as long as thin-pelts like Longtail!

I see you're more accustomed to forest hunting." Hawkfrost's condescending mew made Leafpaw jump. She spun around to find the RiverClan warrior calmly watching her, his tail curled over his paws. "Haven't you got anything better to do?" she challenged him. "Like hunt for your own Clan?" "I've already caught three mice and a thrush," he meowed. "I think I have earned a rest.

Are you two still on hunting duty?" asked Graypaw innocently. "Never mind. We've been patrolling our territory borders. You'll be glad to know all is safe." "I'm sure the other Clans were terrified when they smelled you two coming!" yowled Dustpaw. "They didn't even dare show their faces," retorted Graypaw, unable to hide his anger.

Well, I'm more lopsided than a one-legged badger," mewed Graypaw, breaking off from his careful stalking to stagger comically across the clearing. "I think I'll have to settle for hunting stupid mice. They won't stand a chance. I shall just wander up to them and sit on them till they surrender.

I wondered about making hunting patrols bring each piece of prey back to camp as soon as they catch it, instead of bringing back a whole day's hunting in one go." "Wouldn't that make hunting harder?" Bristlefrost ventured. Bramblestar narrowed his eyes. "But I worry that, when warriors are out in the forest too long, they forget that Clan rules apply to them.

Hunting Fish! Not all cats obey the code all the time. For where there are young cats and a

Hey!" A paw prodded him in the side. "Go and catch me some prey, flea-pelt." Turtle Tail was awake, her green eyes alight with mischief. Gray Wing let out a snort of laughter. "Who are you calling flea-pelt? Okay, okay, I'm going.