Sliced elephant strips, fried in butter, anyone? Or dried elephant? Tasty, like biltong.
In any democracy you will get the occasional ‘surprise’ voted into politics. Mr Borsak, an MP of New South Wales, is one of those surprises and hopefully he only represents an extreme minority.
He’s admitted to shooting African elephants for fun, relishing in eating them fried in butter, and describing the taste as being delightfully similar to venison.
Need I say more?
With the Australian federal election coming up on July 2nd, let’s hope the ballot papers from the people will reflect balanced, progressive, just and forward thinking- and leave out the shoot-wild-elephants kind of people from Parliament.
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A lioness of the Serengeti plains, free to be wild.
While she experiences the wilds here- her natural birthright- elsewhere on the continent, her cousins are being bred on farms for canned hunting.
Purposely born in farms, raised inside cages and by the hand of the human, little lion cubs become conditioned to being in the presence of humans. As they grow, people will pay tickets to pet them, walk with them, take photographs with them, and cuddle them. When they are old enough, these lions are sold onto agents and released into confined areas to be targets of trophy hunting. The funds generated from these hunting adventures has nothing to do with conservation. Unfortunately, legislation allows canned and trophy hunting to continue unabated.
The film Blood Lions shows a small glimpse into this industry. While it is very difficult viewing- and I couldn’t bear to watch it a second time around- the message is clear: there is no place in this world for hunting of any kind. Because all lives matter.
A female bushbuck by the lake during the last light.
These antelope hang out in greener pastures, literally, in and around forests, bushland and water sources.
They are also frequently hunted for sport. Everything about how to successfully gun down one of these creatures is well documented: recommended calibre, ammunition grade, gun scope, shooting distance, shot placement. It is nothing more than a game and a scientific approach to destroying life. Whether the IUCN rank them as endangered or not, it’s an antiquated sport that robs innocent animals of their lives in the name of entertainment. How would we explain this to the next generation?
Trophy hunting needs to be banned because all lives matter.
The water-loving buck taking a drink from a loved water source.
The water also acts as a good refuge when they’re attempting to escape predators who aren’t as fond of water, including lions and the like. Otherwise, amidst long grasses, woodlands and scrub are where they’re most likely to hang out.
This beautiful waterbuck looked up mid-drink. I’m on the ground, metres away from him. And as we connected, what was startling clear was that it would never want to hurt me unless it was necessary for its own survival. And perhaps that’s the difference between animal and human.
These antelope are commonly trophy hunted in many game parks around Africa. They each come with a price tag and a recommended rifle caliber. Why anyone would want to kill such a beautiful animal- especially for a decoration on the wall- is beyond me. May we come to respect all animals in time.
A page of a catalogue is flipped. One page is adorned with a photograph of an East African Oryx. Found only north of the equator, this graceful creature has beautiful distinctive markings that can be spotted from miles away, with elegant, spiralled horns that lean towards the back. It lives in Samburu, a semi-arid savannah dotted with scrub and hills. This area was where George and Joy Adamson raised Elsa the Lioness.
Exotic. Graceful. Stately. US$700. Recommended calibre: .300 Magnums.
This would be a page from a hunting catalogue if Kenya allowed trophy hunting. Elsewhere in Africa however, the industry is very much alive and legal, and continues unabated, at the expense of beautiful animals such as this oryx being killed for sport every single day.
How could it be that an animal, purposely described for its beauty, be described as a ‘beautiful game trophy’- an oxymoron, if there ever was one- on the very same page with which it is advertised?
May this antiquated sport be outlawed once and for all, and may there be a day when all animals are treated with the respect they deserve. Because all lives matter.