Quotes About Hunting

Speed isn't everything," Stonepelt told her. "A warrior who runs ahead of the prey catches less.

On the way back to the camp, Rootpaw didn't feel too embarrassed anymore in his father's presence. Tree had caught several pieces of prey. But he realized he would have felt differently if his father had just been sitting there, freezing to death while he pretended to be a bush.

Anyway," he went on after a moment, sounding more relaxed, "the first time I went hunting with Firestar, I really wanted to impress him. I ran so hard after a squirrel that I slipped on some wet leaves, went nose over paws, and crashed into a tree. Great StarClan, it hurt! And what hurt even more was that I was pretty sure Firestar had to stop himself from laughing." "Really?

For once she was telling him a story. "So Firestar—he was Firepaw then—was hunting in the old forest and he came upon this skinny old gray she-cat . . .

If the cold had reached this deep into the forest, it would be bitter on the high moor. And with prey so scarce, the moor cats would surely freeze or starve if they stayed in their hollow. They'd be safer here, sheltered by the trees, hunting together, as Fluttering Bird had ordered.

Firepaw crouched down and took a large bite from the mouse. It was juicy and tender, and sang with the flavors of the forest.

Hunting territory: The open hillside Camp: Shallow scoop in hillside Unique battle skill: Speed and agility

I knew it really," she mewed. "It's just that sometimes I dream about being in the forest, hunting with Brackenpaw, and then I wake up and the pain in my leg reminds me I'll never hunt again. It feels too much to bear. I have to pretend that maybe, one day, I'll be able to hunt.

Who cares if I'm beautiful?" Silver Stripe stuck her nose in the air. "Beauty doesn't help with hunting, and I'm going to be the best hunter in WindClan.

Men go shopping just as men go out fishing or hunting, to see how large a fish may be caught with the smallest hook.

I shoot the Hippopotamus With bullets made of platinum, Because if I use leaden ones His hide is sure to flatten 'em.

He asked if we were really ghost hunting, and I said we were. "What, like officially?" "Officially secret," I said because discretion is supposed to be, if not our middle name, at least a nickname we occasionally answer to when we remember.

sent a pack of hounds and huntsmen on ahead to find the quarry, mounted his chestnut Donets, and whistling to his own leash of borzois,

Many expressions of a cat's feelings seem deeply related to the capture of live prey.

Detestamos a los cazadores y más a los disecadores —peor que quitar la vida es conservar la muerte—.

Hunting really divides people in Britain. We keep pets, and we name our animals, but we're not too worried about industrial hunting practices.

It's not so much about killing an animal, it's being at peace and you don't have to worry about all the other things that go on. That's a couple of hours a week that you get to escape but it's nice to do that.

I'm not anti-fox hunting because, to me, shooting foxes is even worse and the results are horrendous.

My dad, Frank Addison Albini, was a terrific shot with a rifle and had generally excellent hunting skills. While my dad loved hunting and fishing, he didn't romanticize them. He was filling the freezer, not intellectualizing some caveman impulse or proving his worth as a real man.

There's a scene where Diana is having her first dinner at Balmoral, my first big scene with everyone. I didn't really know anyone super well at that point. I had this big story to tell about hunting, a real tongue twister. And I just couldn't say it.

A gun can be dangerous. But a gun can protect you, you can hunt for food with it - you know, the tool itself is a tool. The intention of the party using the tool is a part of the process, right? You know: the knife cuts the steak, stabs the person, saves somebody from danger, cuts somebody out of a car.

I get highs, to be totally honest, in second-hand shops. My hunting instinct, I expect, really kicks in.

The only person who killed almost as many animals as the Prince was his good friend Gaston

And I panic, a little, for my mother, I want to say: Remember, I never understood her—in a way, I never knew her. All morning I am glad to think of the arachnid, hunting on her own terms, inside the moist crinolines of the arboreal flowers, far from me, free of me, alive, unseen.