HUNTERS
I asked the hunter what degree of soullessness was required to take aim with a high-powered rifle at a graceful herbivore and snuff it out with a finger-twitch.
"I hunt just for sport," he replied.
“That’s sport?”
“Understand that it’s so much more than mere shooting: fresh air, the outdoors, the oneness with nature, the camaraderie with your fellow hunters as you ring the campfire and swap tales.”
"You could use blanks and still do all that."
He laughed. "That would take the fun out of it!"
So I shot him. Just for sport.
He was right.
It was fun.