HUNTERS

I hate hunters. There is something wrong with them. They say it's the "thrill of the hunt." It's a THRILL to kill a living being? To watch something die? That's disturbing. 
I love when people call it a "sport." A real sport is challenging. It takes stamina, strength, and skill. How can it be challenging to shoot at something that can't shoot back? Nothing can beat a bullet, asshole. It doesn't take a brain surgeon to figure that out. I wouldn't call it a "challenge." I'd call it, "BEING A PUSSY." If you can't play fair then DON'T PLAY AT ALL.
Hunters think they're real men. They feel rough and tough because they know how to fire a weapon. WOW. That's so impressive! (sarcasm) 
I think it would be AWESOME if I blindfolded all of the hunters in the world and dropped them from a plane into the wilderness. All of the animals would have guns... they would hunt you down as you have done to them. They would sit in the trees or hide behind rocks and wait for you to walk by... you'd be hungry, so you'd stop to eat some berries or leaves from a bush and suddenly BANG! BANG! The deer holding the rifle is directly behind you, laughing and high-fiving the other deer while you slowly bleed to death. The deer wouldn't care if you start moaning and writhing in pain. They would be indifferent. Because that's what you are when you hunt them. You'd be coughing and spitting up blood while they discuss which body parts they're going to stuff and hang in their dens as a souvenir. You'd be shitting and pissing yourself, begging them to let you live. You might have children and a family... (like they do...) You might start thinking about all of the animals you killed "for sport", and say to yourself, "I'll never hunt again." 
But guess what ASSHOLE- it's TOO LATE.  You never gave their lives a second thought. Now you're paying for it.

Try skeet shooting you worthless piece of SHIT.

I HATE HUNTERS.