I decline to go fox hunting (nor did she want her sons William and Harry to be involved in hunting).
But phony, Hemingway was not, and poseur he was not. He did not shoot lions and leopards because he was searching for the answer to life. He shot lions and leopards because he bloody well liked to hunt and shoot, and killing was the best punctuation mark at the end of the intricate and fascinating process of hunting.
Racing through the field and hunting make the mind wild.
In 6,000 years of storytelling, [people have] gone from depicting hunting on cave walls to depicting Shakespeare on Facebook walls.
Nothing clears a troubled mind better than shooting a bow.
The hunter is the alert man. But this itself-life as complete alertness-is the attitude in which the animal exists in the jungle.
A downed animal is most certainly the object of a hunting trip, but it becomes an anticlimax when compared to the many other pleasures of the hunt.
You can learn more about hunting deer with a bow and arrow in a week than a gun hunter will learn in his entire life
There's more fun in hunting with the handicap of the bow than there is in hunting with the sureness of the gun.
Biography, like big game hunting, is one of the recognized forms of sport, and it is as unfair as only sport can be.
Golf is like hunting and fishing. What counts is the companionship and fellowship of friends, not what you catch or shoot.
The treasure which you think not worth taking trouble and pains to find, this alone is the real treasure you are longing for all your life. The glittering treasure you are hunting for day and night lies buried on the other side of that hill yonder.
Orchid hunting is a mortal occupation.
The time will come when public opinion will no longer tolerate amusements based on the mistreatment and killing of animals. The time will come, but when? When will we reach the point that hunting, the pleasure in killing animals for sport, will be regarded as a mental aberration?
One of the less vaunted joys of Austen is that she is one of the greatest writers in the English language who also happened to write witty romance novels. Women enjoy the love stories in Austen the same way men read Hemingway for the hunting and fishing: it provides guiltless pleasure.
When you are hunting elephants, don't get distracted chasing rabbits.
There was a man who sold a hyena skin while the beast still lived and who was killed in hunting it.
The average beast of prey is a decent creature who merely kills for the sake of food or in a fight against an enemy. It is only man who calls killing "sport" and kills for the pleasure of killing; not for food, not for self-defense, but just to satisfy some primitive instinct, once necessary and now perverted.
...there's no such thing as sustainability. There are just levels of it. It's a process, not a real goal. All you can do is work toward it. There's no such thing as any sustainable economy. The only thing I know that's even close to sustainable economic activity would be organic farming on a very small scale or hunting and gathering on a very small scale. And manufacturing, you end up with way more waste than you end up with finished product. It's totally unsustainable. It's just the way it is.
The world is the devil's hunting-ground, and children are his choicest game.
There’s this issue you’re not allowed to discuss: that women are needy. Men can go for longer, more happily, without women. That’s the truth. We don’t, as little boys, play at being married - we try to avoid it for as long as possible. Meanwhile women are out there hunting for husbands.
The buying of time or space is not the taking out of a hunting license on someone else's private preserve but is the renting of a stage on which we may perform.
I continue to be a photographer; I have enjoyed fishing and hunting with a close friend; and have owned two ranches, first in northern California and then in the state of Washington.
They might in the future more than ever before engage in hunting beavers.
The whole wood seemed running now, running hard, hunting, chasing, closing in round something or - somebody? In panic, he began to run too, aimlessly, he knew not whither.
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