An Oklahoma legislator has proposed a hunting season for big foot. Humphrey’s bill, House Bill 1648, includes a set hunting season, licenses, and fees. And TMZ notes Humphrey wants the season to occur during the first part of October, so that it takes place at same time as the annual bigfoot festival in Southeast Oklahoma.
https://www.breitbart.com/politics/2021/01/22/oklahoma-lawmaker-pushes-bigfoot-hunting-season/
I’m not sure how I feel about the proposed law. There is no clear evidence that Big Foot exists. That being the case, the law is a gimmick to raise funds. People who have never hunted and don’t intend to hunt will clamor to buy hunting licenses. Recall if you will:
A bargain at $6.99, available online, shop from home and absolutely meaningless. What probably cost a quarter to make and market yields a healthy return the manufacturer.
There is another problem. What species is big foot? What if a hunter buys a license, follows all of the applicable rules and actually bags a big foot? I’m gonna guess that the hunter is going to have to tag his kill and display it to wildlife officials. What if Big Foot turns out to be human? Killing humans is murder. But the hunter had a license.
Not to worry. Abortionists have worked it out. They maintain that infants are not human by virtue of edict. That same twisted thinking can apply to Big Foot. That opens up a whole new can of worms. Two scenarios. Got a wife you want to get rid of? Buy a big foot license and invite her on a picnic. Just another case of mistaken identify. Accident, not murder.
Here is the second scenario. Since science (DNA) doesn’t matter it’s okay to shoot something that the hunter feels is Big Foot. There is the intrepid hunter stalking the wiley prey.
Suddenly, up pops one of these. Shoot or don’t shoot?
Who is to argue with the hunter’s feelings? Given the precedence of feelings over law and science what is a fish and game officer to do? When a hunter pulls in to a check station with one of these strapped to the hood*, there is only one reasonable response. “Nice shooting!”
People from Texas won’t understand the strapped to the hood reference. In the northeast, during hunting season hunters would tie their dead deer on the hood, roof or trunk of the cars and haul their trophy to the check station. This is foreign to Texans because that’s why God created pickups.
Speaking of pickups and dead deer brings to mind the following incident, as related by the great nephew of a former Vice President, John Nance Garner. In order to protect this individual’s privacy I’ll refer to him as Muskrat.
It was Saturday night and Muskrat and a buddy were doing what country boys do on Saturday night in and around Bandera, Texas. They were driving around in Muskrat’s pickup truck with an ice chest full of Lone Star beer and numerous firearms. They cruised the back roads, shooting at road signs and drinking beer. During their journey they chanced upon a dead buck freshly road killed. They stopped and loaded the buck up in the truck. Fresh roadkill is a delicacy in some quarters.
Their wanderings weren’t entirely aimless. Periodically they would return to Bandera and cruise down the main street in order to see and be seen. As they started down the main drag they heard a noise emanating from the bed of the pickup. They discovered that the dead buck, wasn’t. He had been stunned and was now awake and standing in the bed of the truck. Deer, unlike dogs, are not enthusiastic about riding in the back of pickups. They are not particularly interested in cruising all three blocks of downtown Bandera, Texas on Saturday night. When Muskrat stopped the truck the buck hopped out and charged off into the night.
I’m pretty sure this whole Big Foot hunting license thing is a solution to a non-existent problem. But then what do I know?
