 Originally Posted by King
Here's a short story of bird hunting:
Me and my cousin locked approximately 8 birds into a stable two years ago, to hunt them down with sticks and beat them to death. One of the birds was flying for quite a time, until it became completely exhausted. It was unable to move, even though we stood right infront of it, poking it lightly. Since we could no longer have fun with it, we executed it.
Needless to say, we let none of the birds out alive. Unfortunately, I think he won with 1-2 more frags than me.[/b]
I got attacked by a bird one time. It challenged me to a fight to the death, and I won. I am totally serious.
I was with some of my relatives at a family reunion at a cabin in the Smoky Mountains in North Carolina. We were sitting on the porch, surrounded by wilderness. Everybody started going to bed, little by little. At about 2 a.m., after getting fried out of our minds with some of the relatives, the last two people up were my brother and I. We were a good bit stoned and paranoid. We had a conversation about the possibilities of being attacked by mountain animals. Then I brought up the idea of being attacked by mountain people. We were both spooked out by the conversation. Just after having that, we heard something big stepping on sticks and breaking them in the woods near the cabin. Then we heard the same thing on the other side of the cabin. My brother got wigged out and went to bed. So I was sitting on the porch by myself, really paranoid but enjoying it too much to go inside. During this, a bat started swooping in and out of the porch area. This went on for a few minutes. Then, a mocking bird flew into the porch area and landed on the window screen right by my head. This was the first moment that there was no bat or relatives around me, and I think the bird had been eying us for no telling how long, probably thinking we were a threat to its nest. Any way, the bird was right near my head and would not go away. I am so used to walking toward birds and watching them fly away every time, and I tried it with this one. It went nowhere. It just acted really eratic, moving its head around and chomping its beak a lot. I picked up a big stick and swung it near the bird, assuming it would fly away, which it didn't. It instead flew at me and then went up to the ceiling and back to the window screen, continuing its eratic behavior. So I swung at it again, and it did the same thing. This process happened almost three full times. The third time the process started, the bird came really close to my face, and I swung at it with the intent of killing it. It was going all over the place, trying to get me, and I finally got in a good hit and knocked it on the floor. Then I smushed it with the stick.
The next morning, I was telling the relatives about it at breakfast. Some of them knew I had been stoned, while others didn't. I got a lot of comments about how I must have been on drugs to think something like that happened. I then showed everybody the bird, and they believed me.
I didn't have any remorse over killing the son of a bitch. I would do it again and again. It invaded my space and threatened me, and then it tried to hurt me, so screw the bird. Lack of innocence changes everything. People have told me that it was probably defending its nest and that the baby birds died without anything to take care of them. I say good. That bird's genes don't need to be passed on any more than they already were.
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