Save a deer; harvest a hunter

In the spirit of deer hunting, I put on my door two Farside cartoons. One is a four part cartoon in which a docile bear is attempting to drink from a pool of water. In the background a courageous hunter is ducking out behind a tree, gun held high. In the next picture, he is blasting the bear. In the third picture, he is cheering over the carcass. In the final picture, the bear has been stuffed and mounted into a menacing pose - teeth bared and claws out, standing on two legs while the mighty white hunter reads by his fire place. The other Farside cartoon shows a woods. In the background another hunter is hiding behind a tree with his gun aimed. In the foreground, a deer is standing on two legs, hugged up against a tree. His thoughts read, “He’s trying to shoot me, all right . . . Do I know this guy? . . . I’ve got to think!” Ha. I had a slogan that read “Save a deer, Harvest a hunter.” But just in case anyone actually has lost a loved one in a hunting accident, I thought I’d take that slogan off my door.

I just like to play devil's advocate a bit. I know and have heard way too many stories about "hunters" who go out and basically get drunk and shoot the shit out of any kind of animal they can manage to come across. That's not hunting. I also have a problem with the great hunting 'sportsmen.' How can it possibly be a sport when the competition isn't aware that it's playing?