Hunters who "properly protect themselves" (follow the safety guidelines, point their weapons in the "right" directions, aren't stupid enough to fall out of their tree stands) are frequently killed/maimed as a direct result of their hunting activity. What can be expected? You climb a tree, crawl under or over fencing, stumble around on uneven ground while carrying a loaded rifle or shotgun ... safety guidelines be damned. Throw in a cooler of favorite brew and the safety inhibitions just sort of take a back seat to the anticipation of the "thrill of the kill."
When the hunters kill each other, that's not exactly the thrill they have in mind, but what the hell ... a kill is a kill. Who knows? Maybe the widow will have her hunter hubby's head mounted on the den wall as a poignant rememberance of his love for the sport. I'm surprised the law doesn't allow this in my beloved state of Texas.
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Hunters are willing to deal with these dangers because they are selfish, arrogant killers who willingly live violent, hateful lifestyles involving the cruel, pointless destruction of innocent, sentient life. Whether or not they are so willing to accept the consequences when those potential dangers become their stark realities is another matter. Of course, at that point, most of them are not in a position to debate the issue.
So: When a hunter is killed while in pursuit of his sport, I again offer my expression of sympathy:
"Happy! Happy! - Joy! Joy!"
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