I’m a “city slicker” by choice who hunts and fishes on a regular basis.
I have absolutely zero desire to live in bofuck anywhere.
That said, I agree with points made on both ends of the argument spectrum here.
So far, the argument seems to be killing all wolves indiscriminately or selectively killing them as they are a threat to livestock and homestead.
If a man were robbing my business, I’d shoot him. If a man were threatening my home or the people in it, I’d shoot him too. But he’d have to be there, at my business or home. I would see a guy that looked threatening downtown, follow him home and kill him because he looked like he could potentially be a threat some day.
Livestock is a business product, and a wolf is essentially robbing the owner. I’d kill that wolf. If a wolf were encroaching in my yard where kids play, and wasn’t just passing through, I’d shoot him.
I would not go on a wolf eradicating expedition, jumping in to their territory to find and eradicate them willy nilly, however, anymore that I’d grab a couple AR-15’s and go on a shooting rampage in a movie theater.
I do appreciate nature, without living under a tree 24/7, including predators and appreciate conservation efforts. Why? Because I like nature. I respect it for what it is because I just do.
There is no objective, logical reasoning around a singular reason why, anymore than trying to explain the feeling of being on a hunt, preparing, tracking, waiting patiently and finally the kill. That feeling, and all hunters know it, is impossible to explain without sounding like a psycho to anti-hunting people projecting who knows what on to their interpretations of the story.
The feeling is feral, it is free, it is powerful and it is ancient. So is a general appreciation for nature and it’s creatures.
If that is a city slicker, or my new favorite term “cidiot”, way of thinking, so be it. It’s my world too, and where private property lines end and public land begins, you’re on my property. Leave my wolves alone unless they are actually in your realm, threatening your shit, in which case, open fire.