Departures, arrivals, & taxidermy: Welcome to our neck of the woods

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In these troubled times, we’ve come to expect the steely-eyed gaze of TSA screeners and security personnel following us in every airport, everywhere. But what you might find shocking is the glassy-eyed gaze you’ll get from wild animals when you visit Missoula, Montana’s international airport. Rest assured, they won’t charge, butt, or trample if you forget to put your 3-ounce bottle of hand sanitizer in your quart Ziploc. Firmly affixed to the wall as trophies, they are present simply to say (albeit wordlessly), “Welcome to Montana, pardner.” Continue reading for further details on this eternally-mute welcoming committee–after a few words about the all-too-prevalent attitude (let’s call it speciesist) that recruited them for the job.

Montana’s state-sanctioned wolf slaughter closed February 28th; 225 wolves will become trophy mounts, rugs, or whatever it is one does with a dead wolf. Projectiles killed 128; traps, 97. Add to this the 104 wolves killed by Wildlife Services and ranchers, and about half the previous population (some 650 at the end of 2011) has been “harvested.” Montana’s Democratic governor, after signing legislation that tossed so-called “fair chase” standards out the window, said in a bald-faced lie, “This legislation leaves management of the gray wolf where it belongs, in the hands of scientists, not politicians.” Ha ha, “science”:

The bill was rushed through the legislature with lightning speed so it could become law before another day was wasted on one license per hunter (now it’s three) and fair chase hunting–well, as fair as it gets with high-powered rifles and foothold traps. According to the MT Fish, Wildlife & Parks Missoula-region manager, hunters learned that actually hunting wolves is very hard work; trapping is easier and more gratifying:

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Yup, bait, set, and walk away from a loaded weapon. Even if you don’t catch a wolf, chances are good you’ll catch something! To make things extra fair, the bill also authorized the use of electronic calls and gave the heave-ho to no-hunting zones bordering Glacier and Yellowstone national parks where animals lead protected lives…until they step over that deadly, invisible boundary.

Yellowstone National Park’s wild bison aren’t faring much better; they, too, are targets of that aggressive rancher and hunter “science.” Even though these few thousand animals are America’s last truly wild and most genetically-diverse bison, and the Yellowstone area is the only place on earth where wild bison herds have survived continuously since prehistoric times, one bill before the legislature calls for year-round hunting just outside the park boundary and another tries to more narrowly redefine “wild bison.” For a 30-second public service announcement on Montana’s bad neighbor policy, click here.

Finally, if you’ve been following the play-by-play action provided on these pages, you already know that Montana is the only state in the union to allow legal attendance at illegal dogfights, thus enabling potential felons to escape by mingling with spectators when dogfights are busted. Any day now we expect the House Agriculture committee–the same legislative body that stuck it to fighting dogs in February–to stick it to puppy mill dogs (and cats) in March. Minimal humane standards for one species might create the dreaded slippery slope eventually leading to minimal humane standards for other species (think rodeo animals, or any farmed animal)–a disaster for the exploiters.

Combine attitudes like these with the ego-pumping cachet of trophy hunting, and it’s easy to see how the airport’s interior decorators would never question decking the halls with dead animals. Who cares if some vegan bunny-hugger from East Namby-Pamby doesn’t like our ruggedly Western decor?!? If you can’t fight with the big dogs, go on back home!

Now that news of Montana’s war against animals has reached your neck of the woods, it’s possible you’re thinking that war zones and vacations don’t mix. But look, I’m not organizing a boycott, nor even calling for one. Boycotts hurt honest business people trying to make a living, and Montana’s economy relies on tourism. But based on the inescapable culture of animal exploitation and death here, you sure couldn’t be faulted if you decided to forego even the passing fancy of a Big Sky adventure and opted, instead, to let our governor and tourism office know exactly why.

Since you might not be flying into Missoula’s international airport in the near future, come with me on a virtual tour. As you exit the secure, ticketed area, you’re met by the watchful glass gaze of six trophy mounts splayed across the facing wall: two massive elk, a moose, and three pronghorn antelopes. A gigantic fly fishing poster welcomes you to Glacier Country. Proceed toward baggage claim and you’ll pass a six-foot-tall pardon our dust sign featuring a bull elk photo and text that reads, “We bet we’ll finish our remodel before you bag your elk.” (You ARE here to take a life, aren’t you?!?) Near that you’ll notice a lighted sign for the Boone and Crockett Club national headquarters in Missoula–just in case your bagged elk is of record trophy dimensions.

As you proceed toward the baggage claim area, you’ll pass a big tom turkey in all his colorful, lady-attracting splendor standing at eternal attention in a glass display case. Glance over your shoulder toward the ticketing counters and you won’t be able to miss the 8-foot-tall brown bear stretched to full height in another glass case. Will you find any respite from dead animals at baggage claim? Silly tourist! Look for another moose, and there–just above the conveyor belt–a mountain lion pounces on a mountain goat, the moment of predator/prey struggle captured for the ages by taxidermy. Elsewhere above the conveyor, a grizzly rises to survey the luggage stampede below. As you grab your bag and turn to flee this silent zoo of slaughtered beings, one more pronghorn bids you safe travels and enjoyment in the beautiful wilds he once freely roamed.
Video of electronic predator caller in use here.

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Happy Mother’s Day, Montana style: Mom and newborn wild bison hazed mercilessly

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The tiny calf pictured was only four hours old and caught up in a hazing operation when the Montana livestock industry flexed its muscle. Mom hadn’t even shed the afterbirth before the harassment began. Regarding the photo, Buffalo Field Campaign reports:

Buffalo Field Campaign, based in West Yellowstone, MT, has been on the front lines of bison advocacy and activism for over a decade. Sometimes I wonder if wild Yellowstone bison would even exist anymore had it not been for BFC’s constant vigilance and dedication.

Yellowstone’s boundaries were drawn with politics, not ecosystems, in mind, leaving migratory animals without the lower elevation habitat so desperately needed as the park’s high elevation winter drags on. Most ungulates roam freely; most, except for bison–considered a threat by the Montana livestock oligarchy. Aided by Montana Fish, Wildlife & Parks, Yellowstone National Park, and the Gallatin National Forest (USDA-APHIS is also involved in bison mismanagement, and yes, our tax dollars fuel this travesty), the powers that be currently have incarcerated nearly 800 wild bison in holding pens at the park’s north entrance (Gardiner, MT), and have begun hazing operations at the West Yellowstone entrance to put bison “back in their place.”

What’s a pregnant bison to do? Her age-old wisdom tells her to head to lower ground where she’ll find less snow and greening grass, to migrate to traditional birthing grounds on sunny slopes. Here a calf can be born and nurtured.

But then the cattle empire strikes back, as it does every spring.

What can you do to help wild bison moms and babies this Mother’s Day? First, click here to read BFC’s full report with additional pictures. You’ll also find suggestions for actions you can take. Then read a letter from 17 members of the U.S. Congress to National Park Service Director Jon Jarvis asking him to scrap the flawed Interagency Bison Management Plan, the document that has guided bison mismanagement since 2000. (Since its adoption, over 3500 of America’s last wild, migratory, and genetically pure wild bison have been slaughtered in management actions.)

Finally, a shameless pitch for donations to Buffalo Field Campaign. I guarantee you, they are out there right now, monitoring, documenting, sending out news releases, presenting testimony to government officials, intervening through the courts–even directing traffic! Yes, some of the first grass to green up is at the edges of busy highways near West Yellowstone, and bison leaving the park through the Madison River valley are drawn to it. BFC personnel spend long days and dark, cold nights slowing traffic to prevent vehicle/bison collisions.

Because I’ve served on the BFC board of directors, I know for a fact how grassroots this organization really is, and that the handful of paid staff draws nothing close to a “living wage”–they do what they do out of love and respect for this most amazing animal, and volunteers from around the world join them. But activism isn’t free, even when most of the labor is donated. They need gas for patrols, video and camera equipment for documentation, ski equipment for winter patrols, computers for informing the world, and much more.

This Mother’s Day, if you’d like to give a gift to a wild bison mom–a gift that will work toward justice for the new generation of calves being born right now–channel a donation through Buffalo Field Campaign. They’ll see to it that your gift is delivered.

Update: For the sad outcome to this Mother’s Day story, clickhere.

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Valentine’s Day: Nothing says “I want you (and the pig) dead” like bacon roses

Say “I love you” with bacon – click image for details

As Valentine’s Day approaches, the question on many a mind–or maybe just mine–is, Where’s the dissonance in “cognitive dissonance”? According to Psychology,

An apt example of cognitive dissonance is the human propensity to love animals and to loathe seeing them suffer–nonetheless, to consider them tasty and edible even while suspecting (if not downright knowing) that the journey from lovable to edible requires suffering. If you’re one of those people, hang in there–we’ll talk you through it. Just relax and allow yourself to cognitively embrace the dissonance…

Arnold, pre-bacon (click image)

What set me off on this unharmonious path was a post I stumbled across at “pork, knife & spoon,” the official blog of the National Pork Board. (My motto: I troll meat industry websites so you don’t have to.) A February 7, 2012 post (update: link has gone dead) entitled “Valentine’s Day Gifts for Pork Lovers” shamelessly features cute pig gifts–as if cute pigs are entirely divorced from the horrors of meat production. You’ll find Beanie Baby piglets, pig figurines, pig-shaped cookies, pig jewelry, Arnold the Snoring Pig (a plush pig who wiggles and snores!), and more–and all offered without the least hint of irony. People love pigs in all their permutations, and the pork industry–and pig paraphernalia purveyors–know it. Compartmentalization is key here, people.

But notice how quickly things take an ominous turn from the cute and cuddly to the cured and crispy. This is where the cognitive dissonance comes in–or, more’s the pity, doesn’t come in. Here’s another plush pig that wiggles and oinks, but his name–Mr. Bacon–spells certain doom. Here’s one that enters the realm of the surreal, given that it’s at a site called Bacon Freak: The Sooo-weet Heart Plush Piggy:

Do these people really think we don’t know that the living, sentient stand-ins for the huggable, plush piggies are getting their adorable piglet tails and testicles cut off without anesthesia in factory farms this very moment? (Graphic photo: scroll down here.) Then again, given the secrecy surrounding industrial animal production, and the current surge by the industry–aided and abetted by willing state legislatures–to pass ag-gag laws criminalizing the ability to secretly record these atrocities, maybe we actually don’t know. Maybe we can have our piggies…and eat them, too.

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While this doesn’t involve Valentine’s Day, it is a jaw-dropping, forehead-slapping example of cognitive dissonance at work: The Iowa Blue Ribbon Bacon Festival, held a few days ago. Yep, it’s in Iowa, the state that far outranks any other for factory farmed pig misery (according to the Factory Farm Map) with 17,938,431 suffering animals.

Got irony?Watch as children rush to get close to Bonnie, the precious piglet who served as the festival mascot. “Be gentle!” admonishes a parent (oh, if she only knew what lurks in Bonnie’s future…). Then, in an act of phony magnanimity, Iowa Governor Terry Branstad (the very same governor who signed the nation’s first ag-gag bill into law last March) “pardons” Bonnie by proudly proclaiming her “free from the sizzle of the frying pan for this year’s festival.”

Honestly, you can’t make this stuff up. If Bonnie becomes a breeding sow, she’ll have 3-5 years before the sizzle catches up with her. In the meantime, cruelly confined, she’ll endure repeated cycles of impregnation, gestation, and birth. She’ll be robbed of her piglets before they’re weaned, and the cycle will begin anew until she’s just plain worn-out. The trip to slaughter will be its own special nightmare for the pig who once served as the darling of the festival.

But Bonnie, Shmonnie…forget about Bonnie! Back to Valentine’s Day! If red roses proclaim one’s love and passion, what do bacon roses say? Considering what the 2010 Harvard meat study revealed about cured, processed meats, they might be saying, “Happy Valentine’s Day! Let’s update your life insurance policy, dear!”

Now that you’ve confronted your dissonance, cognitively-speaking, here are just a couple of suggestions for Valentine’s Day observances. I know, I know, it’s beyond the last minute, but these gifts take just a couple of mouse clicks, and one of them doesn’t even require money. First, make a donation to your local farmed animal sanctuary (for example) in honor of someone special. Small sanctuaries are almost always looking for help with feed and electricity costs, especially at this time of year. In each and every one of those sanctuaries–guaranteed–are animals with stories as compelling as Bonnie’s. Next, announce your gift with a valentine e-card from Vegan Peace. Finally–and this is simply a suggested gift to give to yourself and the animals–if you’re still eating the Bonnies of the world, consider cutting back, going vegetarian, or going whole hog (couldn’t resist) by going vegan.

And you’re done, you compassionate devil, you!

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Golden eagles die from “snares upon theirs”

Montana Raptor Conservation Ctr.-click image

Yesterday we awoke to the news that three golden eagles had been caught in trappers’ snares set in Montana east of the Divide. Two are dead; one requires surgery to remove the cable now embedded in her wing and shoulder. Whoever came upon the bird was carrying cable-cutters (likely the trapper, but this is unknown); that individual cut the cable but provided no assistance to the severely-injured bird. Thankfully, she’s now in the care of the Montana Raptor Conservation Center in Bozeman (visit their Facebook page, which is the source of the accompanying photo).

There is no defense for the use of snares. They are designed for one thing only: to provide animals with a cruel, terrifying, and gruesome death, the wire cable cutting deeper into their bodies as the noose tightens the more they struggle. Often it’s the windpipe that’s crushed or cut; other times, as in the case with this eagle, the snare tightens around bodies, wings, or legs (graphic photo: what a snare does to a coyote; graphic video: a raccoon snared around the body, finished off with bullets). A Minnesota dog survived four days on the run with her mouth wired shut by a snare embedding itself in her flesh (video here) prior to being rescued and rehabbed; other dogs haven’t been as fortunate. And at least one human reports being snared by the foot. Snares are cheap and sold by the dozen…and by the hundred.

Missouri gov. coyote snaring guide – click image

Because snaring (and all trapping to kill) is indefensible regardless of whether the victim is targeted or incidental, enthusiasts tend to divert blame elsewhere. (We’ve seen the same thing happen in the gun debate. Outlaw guns because they kill people? Then you’d better also outlaw cars.) Check out the comments at the news story that opens this piece and you’ll find an entire school of red herrings on the deadliness of wind turbines, as if this somehow exonerates trapping. But in fact, bird deaths (in general) from turbines are rare when compared to bird deaths caused by collisions with windows, according to Clean Technica. Furthermore, bird-safe wind turbine technology is in the works. So while science and technology evolve to safeguard wildlife, trappers remain firmly rooted in the primitive past, wielding archaic devices of torture to kill for money, for fun, sometimes for food, and to rid their world of “nuisances.”

While wind turbines are indeed responsible for raptor deaths, they aren’t the only threat that eagles must face:

Our human-constructed world constitutes a deadly obstacle course for eagles and, frankly, for most wild animals (coyotes attempting to attend a Cubs game notwithstanding). But snares, unlike wind turbines, have but one express purpose and one desired outcome: the intentional death–cheap and easy–of a living being. That snares are of inherent, barbaric cruelty is of little consequence:

Addendum: This morning we awoke to news of a mountain lion caught in a wolf trap set just outside the boundary of Glacier National Park. The trap was illegally baited. A park employee, returning to the site later, unintentionally sprang another trap with his foot. News story here.

Update on eagle’s surgery–MT Raptor Conservation Center’s Facebook page.

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Sheep dressing, pig wrestling, chicken scrambling: Bullies are made, not born

piggestraffleFor weeks now, our local newspaper has been running a full-page ad for the PIGGEST. RAFFLE. EVER. It exhorts me to kick-off my summer “the right way, by winning the ultimate BBQ package.” A pink pig, arms akimbo, grins sardonically. If he’d just glance down the page some nine inches, he’d see a chart of his body sliced up into meat cuts. A little less to grin about, no? The grand prize is a Weber grill and one-half of a pig. Second place gets the other half.

Every time I see this ad I’m reminded of the human tendency to distance ourselves from the other animals with whom we share sentience. We make cartoons of them and require that they serve as willing purveyors of their own dead bodies in our sick, meat-obsessed culture (see the now-defunct-but-still-online Suicide Food blog). Maintaining a facade of normalcy is critical as industrialized animal agriculture runs entirely amok–deforesting, polluting, and warming the earth; causing unbearable, unknowable suffering and death times multiple billions, and sickening the very consumers who’ve been duped into eating antibiotic-laced bodily remains and reproductive stuff (nursing milk, eggs) that humans don’t need.

Industrial animal agriculture will collapse eventually–proving its unsustainability even while it continues to insist on the flimsy illusion that it can “feed the world.” But in the meantime, it still needs human recruits to serve as worker bees. That’s how pig wrestling, sheep dressing, and other such absurdities figure into this. Because what are these light-hearted, fun scrambles and dressing events but a breeding ground for the bullies who’ll carry on the tradition?

Your “fun” ends where my body begins–unless you’re livestock

Judging from the number of recent hits at the Other Nations pig wrestling page, there’s a whole lotta squealin’ goin’ on the world over. That, or word’s out about how those crazy Americans like to get down at their summer galas of animal abuse otherwise known as county fairs, 4-H fairs, and rodeos. Recently, website visitors from as close as Canada and as far as Sri Lanka and Mauritius have accessed the page, while on the home front, folks from all four corners of the U.S. and states in-between have visited. In all honesty, the website doesn’t get much traffic, but fully 55-65% of recent hits have landed at pig wrestling. It’s summer again in America.

Look, I know what you’re thinking: OK, pig wrestling is one thing…but what about sheep dressing? Where does that fit into the panoply of nonhuman animal use and abuse? And…what the heck is it, anyhow?

Three girls, ages 10 and 11, were teamed up. According to one contestant,

That brings me to another ad the local paper recently ran–for the Ronan (MT) Pioneer Days (Facebook). What caught my eye was the Kiddie Slicker Rodeo with “events not limited to” kids’ sheep riding (often more muscularly called mutton bustin’), kids’ sheep dressing (photo), calf cash race, chicken scramble (photo), pig scramble (photo), and calf dressing. Now, take a moment to catch your breath upon contemplating how those events will play out and the gamut of emotions–from garden variety fear to panic to terror–these docile, domesticated animals will experience as they’re chased and manhandled by screaming mobs of children vying for glory. (Click here for a picture from a previous year that looks, for all the world, like a calf being assaulted. Not sure what the event is as the photo’s cutline doesn’t match the picture, but it’s likely the calf cash race.)

It occurs to me–and perhaps you, too–that such abusive behavior masquerading as “good, old-fashioned fun” provides an important lesson for young kids being schooled in the ways of animal agriculture: Animals are property at our disposal. Their fear and pain–if we acknowledge that these exist at all–must be discounted and disregarded. This is no time and place for compassion. After all, the boy who forces clothing onto a frightened calf today might very well be the man who cruelly ropes one by the neck in the rodeo arena tomorrow. Livestock animals, who have the “dubious distinction of existing to die” (to quote from research on the 4-H livestock program), must not be seen as individuals who think and feel, but as classes of commodities. Consider the fact that chickens and calves in the scramble events have money attached to their bodies and the lesson is complete: Not only do you “win” when you dominate animals, but you profit from it, too.

Bullies are made, not born. They’re made at sheep dressing competitions and pig wrestling matches. They develop and hone their callous disregard for sentient others at calf cash races and chicken scrambles, events that are presented to them as normal and fun. Why? Because to perpetuate itself, animal agriculture requires that children embrace the lessons of speciesism. One could even posit the idea that animal ag victimizes not only animals, but children, too.
Learn more:

  • Watch video of 2010’s Ronan Pioneer Days events: sheep riding, sheep dressing, calf cash race, and pig scramble, with kids’ and adults’ stick horse races interspersed.
  • “Adult” calf dressing at Salinas, CA rodeo, video here
  • “Reproducing Dominion: Emotional apprenticeship in the 4-H youth livestock program,” a research paper
  • “Pig wrestling: Small injustices enable larger ones” at Other Nations
  • Don’t support this madness! Go vegan.

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“Extreme Huntress” and hunting’s flimsy facade

mtnliontrophyHow extreme does one have to be to earn the title of “Extreme Huntress”? Don’t let the diminutive -ess suffix trick you into thinking this title is a shoddy substitute for the real (male) deal. These women will get up off their childbirth bed to score a trophy–and tote two-week-old Junior along for the thrill of the kill.

I don’t go looking for this stuff–it arrives in my home uninvited but for my subscription to the local newspaper, a paper that never saw a dead animal/gloating hunter picture it wouldn’t publish. But admittedly, the local angle was there: Three Montana women were among the 20 Extreme Huntress semifinalists (the two featured in my morning paper have been eliminated), and the film company behind the contest is located in northwestern Montana. Its mission for the competition is stated thus:


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Now the field of potential huntresses for 2015 has been culled to six finalists. They include an Aussie who writes a “Babes & Bows” column for a bowhunting mag and has “taken” 40-some species. There’s a Texas bowhuntress who, while on a wild pig killing spree, tearfully passed up a trophy whitetail deer buck for conservation purposes: “My gut wrenching decision to conserve and do the right thing, proved what I needed to know about myself.” Here’s a woman from British Columbia who got over her phobia of bears by blasting one, and here’s a Montanan who “never rests” in her pursuit of living to hunt and hunting to live. A South African adrenaline junkie started as a five-year-old with a bird-dispatching slingshot and moved on to a pellet gun for “shooting doves and small vermin,” eventually graduating to a kudu antelope bull as a pre-teen. A Swedish woman gave up ice hockey and ventured from her small village to earn a professional hunter license in South Africa and to work as a hunting guide in Canada. (See photos and essays from all six here.)

It takes more than just bravado to make the cut, as some of these also-rans can attest: One eliminated semifinalist went to Africa to “(take) down the Dangerous Seven and countless plains game. I thought I was a beast after successfully shooting down a charging lion at 15 yards.” Another killed a giraffe with a bow, but it was the pig stickin’ in Texas where she achieved glory:

The 777 Ranch in Hondo, TX, a commercial game farm (“You can find almost every hooved animal in the world at the 777 Ranch!”), hosts the Extreme Huntress final competition. “Once on the ranch…the final six will compete in head-to-head challenges. …These challenges will include hunting exotic animals like black deer, gazelles and oryx, along with skill competitions like long-range shooting and biathlon” (source). The 2015 winner will be revealed at the Dallas Safari Club’s annual convention, an over-the-top celebration of nonhuman animal death in the service of human animal ego. You might recall that a hunt for the critically-endangered black rhino was auctioned to wealthy bidders at the 2014 convention in a kill-’em-to-save-’em perversion of conservation.

So who’s got what it takes to be named Extreme Huntress? Well, she has to be down with killing sentient nonhumans and–one assumes–has never lost a moment’s sleep pondering our moral obligation to other animal species (other than to conserve them for future hunting). She has to be an accomplished shot and in good physical condition. At at time when interest in hunting is declining, she’ll serve as an ambassador and mentor to women and kids. She has to be a credible spokesperson for the “hunting tradition” in all its permutations.

I haven’t written this piece to invite verbal abuse of these women though, god knows, the blowhard pig sticker has rolled out that welcome mat herself. I’ve been dismayed by animal defenders who gather in online feeding frenzies to hurl violent and sometimes misogynist invectives at animal killers–energy-sucking exercises that accomplish nothing for animals living or dead. Because it’s an easy enterprise, we tend to zoom in on the individuals gloating with warped pride in trophy photos; it’s more difficult–but perhaps more enlightening–to attempt to bring the bigger picture into focus. Thoreau observed that “(t)here are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the root.” And it’s no wonder…the branches are so much more accessible.

So what’s the take-away message here? That women hunters are as ruthless and lacking in empathy as male hunters? (Or, from their perspective, that they’re as “brave” and accomplished?) That they’re the willing tools of a male-dominated industry that sees them as an untapped source of revenue? That they’re courting the admiration or approval of boyfriends and husbands? That other animal species, despite what science has revealed about their physiological and emotional complexities, are nothing more than fodder for our arrows, bullets, stomachs, and egos? That phenomena like Extreme Huntress are minor, regressive blips in humans’ evolution of ethics vis-a-vis other species? That the whole sorry spectacle is just another cynical manifestation of capitalism’s unholy alliance with speciesism? I don’t know, either. Maybe it’s all those things.

The Swedish competitor, however, presents an intriguing opportunity to compare passions and pursuits–she played ice hockey at an elite level until she threw that over for hunting. Let’s consider. The sport of ice hockey requires high levels of skill and athleticism. It requires two willing teams, evenly matched, both of which understand the rules of the game and compete fairly to best the other. One team wins, one team loses, and both go home to compete another day.

Now consider hunting. Levels of human skill and athleticism vary greatly (but with enough money, guaranteed hunts can be purchased). Of the two teams, one has abundant technological advantage (safari jeeps, ATVs, snowmobiles, tech-equipped guides, high-powered weaponry, scopes, night vision optics, scent removers, scent attractants, decoys, trained dogs outfitted with GPS units, electronic calls, etc.). The “rules” of the game aren’t equally understood by each party and, despite all the talk of ethics and fair chase (sometimes there’s no chase at all), the nonhuman animals haven’t consented to the competition and likely don’t know they’re in a match for their lives. Finally, when the advantaged human team “wins,” the other team dies.

The only thing extreme about hunting is its extremely flimsy facade as “sport.”
Note: This piece was written in 2014 and focused on the competitors for 2015. The current batch of competitive killers are vying for the 2016 title. _______________________________________________________________

Learn more:

  • Extreme Huntress is on Facebook.
  • Video of 2014’s competition final is here.
  • Former Extreme Huntress title winner profiles are here.
  • 777 Ranch Facebook page
  • “Dallas Safari Club wants U.S. government to lift ‘arbitrary and capricious’ ban on importing ivory from African countries,” article here
  • Liberate yourself–go vegan!

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Stop a depraved ‘predator derby’ on your public land

Predatory jackrabbit. Click image – witness lagomorphs’ vicious nature.
Jim Harper photo – en-wikipedia

The Environmental Assessment has been issued; comment deadline is Oct. 16, 2014. Details at end of post.

Q: What do coyotes, skunks, weasels, jackrabbits, raccoons, starlings, and grey wolves in Idaho have in common?
A: An arsenal of bullets heading their way.

Why? All are designated as predators by Idaho Fish and Game. And unless we–you and I–send a clear message to federal land managers about the value of these animals on our taxpayer-supported public lands, they will be in the crosshairs on 3,100,000 acres (Challis, Salmon, and Upper Snake Field Offices of the Idaho Falls BLM District) during another competitive killing derby slated for early January 2015. It’s sponsored by predator hate group Idaho for Wildlife, and follows their first, controversial derby held last winter–that one limited to coyotes and wolves. This time, they’re seeking a 5-year federal special recreation permit for their expanded death-fest.

So here’s the bad news: the public comment deadline is this Monday, Aug. 18. And here’s the good news: this is only the scoping period. It gives the public an opportunity to make suggestions for the development of the formal Environmental Assessment (EA), which will have its own public comment period. So if you don’t get your two cents in this time, not to worry–you’ll have another chance.

The Bureau of Land Management (BLM), for those unfamiliar with it, is a federal land-managing agency (like the Forest Service, National Park Service, US Fish & Wildlife Service…) that manages for multiple use primarily here in the West. Read the BLM’s scoping letter to the public concerning the predator derby. It’s brief and lets you know what issues and impacts they plan to analyze in the EA. It also includes the email address for your comments.

Remember that our most intense antipathy should be reserved for Idaho Fish and Game for allowing competitive, gratuitous killing disguised as wildlife management, but our trump card as U.S. citizens is our public land investment. Federal land managers must hear from us that recreational killing contests are inappropriate on America’s public lands and that we expect them to deny the permit. Specifically, you might choose from these points and tell them:

  • to follow their own policy on competitions in designated wilderness and wilderness study areas (WSAs–several of these are within the competition area).
  • if the permit is granted, they’ll need adequate law enforcement to ensure that no hunting occurs in WSAs (an almost impossible task).
  • you object to a multiple-year permit as there are too many unknowns (WSA incursions? # of predators killed? impacts on habitat/ecosystems?)
  • though hunting these animals is legal, that doesn’t mean they should permit an organized competition to kill as many as possible.
  • (this one’s especially for those of us who don’t live in Idaho) that public land belongs to ALL citizens and must be managed for all.

The derby is scheduled for Jan. 2nd, 3rd, and 4th, during which time contestants will slaughter as many predators as possible. According to the “Description of the Proposed Action” document (it, too, is brief):

If the mental image of these conscienceless killers (up to 500 of them!) hauling their bloody booty in for a tally of points is abhorrent to you, you’re not alone. If your understanding of the intricate relationships between wildlife* and ecosystems is based on scientific knowledge instead of ignorant hatred and self-interest, you’ve got company. If you think sentient, nonhuman animals should be left alone to conduct their lives in their own homes, you have many allies. While remembering that hunting these species is legal in Idaho and the BLM must respond to this request for a special recreation permit, let’s respectfully flood their office–now, or later when the EA comes out, or both–with our expectations for responsible public land stewardship.

*European starlings are non-native–just FYI.

The Environmental Assessment (EA) for the Idaho public lands predator derby Special Recreation Permit (SRP) has been issued; comments are accepted from now until October 16, 2014. Find the EA and previous documentshere. Contact information for the Bureau of Land Management Salmon Field office (to submit your comment) is here. State your preference as Alternative 2: No action alternative.

Sending your own comments is best (as opposed to advocacy group form letters). Following are a few more talking points–please put them in your own words:

  • From page 6 of the EA: “Approximately 56,500 comments were received during the scoping period. Roughly 56,490 commentors indicated opposition to the event; most of these letters were copies of nine different form letters that expressed general disapproval of a hunting derby wherever it is held. Approximately 500 unique/personalized comments were received.”

Even if they remove all the so-called form letters, they still received 500 against to only 10 in favor! This overwhelming public opposition cannot be ignored; when do we, the citizens, have a say as to what happens on OUR public land? Remember–this is not local land or Idaho’s land–this is our land.

  • This is not “predator management” (as it is referred to in the EA)–it is killing for fun and profit. The EA even acknowledges (pg. 13) that coyote removal doesn’t increase prey species and doesn’t eliminate coyotes!
  • From page 15 of the EA: “The largest single category of non-resident wildlife-related recreation spending in Idaho is wildlife watching. Over 550,000 individual wildlife watchers spend over $432 million per year in Idaho and make up 67% of all “sportsmen” who recreate in the state.” Tourism based on wildlife watching–not killing–is an economic driver!
  • From page 20 of the EA: “Predatory species identified in the event would still be harvested at approximately equivalent levels, but not as a part of this event. There would not be localized increases in incidental non- game animal displacement.” Where is the data that suggests this? A competitive derby, in essence, creates a “bounty” for predatory species, and to suggest that up to 500 (the maximum allowed under the SRP) enthusiastic killers vying for cash prizes would not make a difference in slaughter rates is outlandish.

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