Quotes About Hunting

Sometimes, when I clean a kill, I feed Buttercup the entrails. He has stopped hissing at me. Entrails. No hissing. This is the closest we will ever come to love.

Men are the hunters and women are the gatherers. Shopping is a form of gathering.

Late on the night of August 27, with a warm breeze at his back and nine cold Budweisers in his belly, Keith Higstrom decided to go hunting. His friends declined to accompany him, as Keith was as clumsy and unreliable a shooter as he was a drunk.

all reputable falconers agreed that for hunting purposes the only way you could reliably bring down prey with a wowhawk was by using it in a slingshot.

What else are we to do with our obsessions? Do they feed us? Or are we simply scavenging our memories for one gleaming image to tell the truth of what is hunting us?

It is winter. Ravens are standing on a pile of bones -- black typeface on white paper picking an idea clean. It's what I do each time I sit down to write. What else are we to do with our obsessions? Do they feed us? Or are we simply scavenging our memories for one gleaming image to tell the truth of what is hunting us? 'To write,' Marguerite Duras remarked, 'is also not to speak. It is to keep silent. It is to howl noiselessly.

Coaching the Bruins is like going bear hunting with a butter knife.

Noble cheated. He brought in rabbits somebody else killed.

You're early." I give him a mutinous look. Of course he thinks my being early is about him. It's not. Mac was at Chester's last night at eight. I think she's hunting me. Since I can't be late to avoid her, I have to be early. "Watch broke. Thought I was on time." "You don't wear a watch." "See? I knew I had a problem. I'll just dash out and get one. Be back tomorrow. On time.

known," Dani said miserably. "She hangs here. Likes Chester's. I been hunting her. Guess she knew it. Ow!" She touched her mouth. Her lips were cracked, oozing. It looked as if her teeth were about to start falling out. Tears stung my eyes. I slammed my palms into the frozen Gray Woman.

There are a few things a hunting man can't do without. His bloodhound is one of them.

Writing is like hunting. There are brutally cold afternoons with nothing in sight, only the wind and your breaking heart. Then the moment when you bag something big. The entire process is beyond intoxicating.

If you didn't work—hunt game, harvest crops, or raise livestock—you didn't live long.

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.

To hunt successfully and survive, they had to know the habits of their quarry as well as they knew their own kin. Success depended as much on stalking as it did on weapons.

The ancient whale-cry upon first sighting a whale from the mast-head, still used by whalemen in hunting the famous Gallipagos terrapin.

He stepped forward. "We've been together a year. How many times have you seen me hunt?" Umm. "How many times, Kate?" "None." "That's because I don't hunt. I'm a male lion. I weigh six hundred pounds. Do you really expect me to scamper through the brush after deer? When I want a steak, I want a damn steak.

Curran growled. Later, babycakes. Babycakes. Asshole. Good hunting, sugar woogums.

When a lion stalks a herd, he sneaks in close, lies down, and surveys them to choose his victim. He takes his time. The deer or buffalo have no idea he's near. He finds his prey and then he explodes from his hiding place and grabs it. Even if another, perfectly serviceable animal ends up within his reach, he isn't going to alter his course. He has chosen, and he would rather go hungry than change his mind.

I want in," the boy said. "In on what?" "You're the Hunter. You're hunting the slavers. I want in." "And how would you know that?" If someone had opened their mouth, he would be really put out. Jack gave a one-shouldered shrug. "We overhead you and Declan talking." "Declan's study is soundproof." "Not to reanimated mice," Jack said.

I don't know any lion hunters, period. And you know what, apple pie worked for me." "I've got news for you, it wasn't your apple pie Curran was interested in.

It's a hunting revolver." I slumped back. "It's for big game hunting." "Texas," Alessandro said, loading a state's worth of meaning into a single word.

The hunting of monsters is not for the faint of heart. Nor is it for those who feel bound by such trivial doctrines as law or national borders.

I'm keen to get into trophy hunting, no animal in particular, but a big safari in Africa would be great.