"It is difficult for many people today to understand how you can be bound by a code of honour and sympathy to an animal that you are intending to kill; but this is exactly what was once understood by chivalry and it is perhaps a function of sport to cultivate the spirit of chivalry in those who engage in it."

"A machine with only two products: Dog-shit and dead foxes."

"Trueman, whom for sagacious nose we hail The chief, first touched the scarce-distinguished gale; His tongue was doubtful, and no hound replies: ‘Haux!—wind him!—haux!’ the tuneful huntsman cries. At once the list'ning pack asunder spread, With tail erect, and with inquiring head: With busy nostrils they foretaste their prey, And snuff the lawn-impearling dews away. Now here, now there, they chop upon the scent, Their tongues in undulating ether spent: More joyous now, and louder by degrees, Warm and more warm they catch the coming breeze. Now with full symphony they jointly hail The welcome tidings of a surer gale; Along the vale they pour the swelling note, Their ears and dewlaps on the morning float. How vainly art aspires by rival sounds To match the native melody of hounds! Now lightly o'er opposing walls we bound, Clear the broad trench, and top the rising mound: No stop, no time for respite or recess— On, and still on, fox, dogs, and horses press.But Reynard, hotly pushed, and close pursued, Yet fruitful in expedients to elude, When to the bourn's refreshing bank he came Had plunged all reeking in the friendly stream.The chopfall'n hounds meantime are heard no more, But silent range along the winding shore. Hopeless alike the hunters lag behind, And give all thoughts of Reynard to the wind, All, save one wily rival of his art, Who vows unpitying vengeance ere they part. Along the coast his watchful course he bent, Careful to catch and wind the thwarting scent And last, to make his boastful promise good, Entered the precincts of the fatal wood. There through the gloom he leads one hopeless train, And cheers the long-desponding pack in vain; Till Ringwood first the faint effluvia caught, And with loud tongue reformed their old default.Here had the felon earthed: with many a hound And many a horse we gird his hold around: The hounds 'fore Heav'n their accusation spread, And cry for justice on his caitiff head."

"But if the rougher sex by this fierce sport Is hurried wild, let not such horrid joy E’er stain the bosom of the British fair. Far be the spirit of the chase from them! Uncomely courage, unbeseeming skill, To spring the fence, the rein the prancing steed, The cap, the whip, the masculine attire. In which they roughen to the sense and all The winning softness of their sex is lost."

"The bird, that’s fetcht from Phasis flood, Or choysest Hens of Affricke brood; These please our palats. And why these? Cause they can but seldome please. Whilst the Goose soe goodly white, And the drake yeeld noe delight, Though his wings conceited hewe Paint each feather, as if new. These for vulgar stomackes be, And relish not of raritye. But the pretious Scarus, sought In farthest clime; what e’re is bought With Shipwrackes toyle, ô, that is sweet, ’Cause the quicksands handseld it. The pretious Barbill, now groune rife, Is cloying meat. How stale is Wife? Deare Wife hath ne’re a handsome letter, Sweet Mistresse soundes a great deale better. Rose quakes at name of Cinnamon. Unles’t be rare, what’s thought upon?"

"Souls of Poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern? Have ye tippled drink more fine Than mine host’s Canary wine? Or are fruits of Paradise Sweeter than those dainty pies Of venison? O generous food! Drest as though bold Robin Hood Would, with his Maid Marian, Sup and bowse from horn and can."

"As a result, hunter-gatherers considered their environments to be eternally provident, and only ever worked to meet their immediate needs. They never sought to create surpluses nor over-exploited any key resources. Confidence in the sustainability of their environments was unyielding."

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"The dusky night rides down the sky, And ushers in the morn; The hounds all join in glorious cry, The huntsman winds his horn, And a-hunting we will go."

"Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another's pain."

"You may seek it with thimbles — and seek it with care; You may hunt it with forks and hope; You may threaten its life with a railway-share; You may charm it with smiles and soap."

"For she maketh my hunting very certain and speedy. She hath never failed me, for almost every day this week but brought me in the right way to a deer. And this last week she brought me to a stag which myself had stricken with my bow, being forced to the soil where, with the help of a greater water spaniel that forced him out of the water, your good brach helped to pluck him down."

"The mischief [the wolf] causes by his hunting might be borne, though it is considerable, if he were not impelled by his wild hunting zeal and indomitable thirst for blood to slay more than he needs for his sustenance. This renders him a curse to the flock-owner and sportsman, and makes him everybody's cordially hated enemy."

"If travel is searching And home what's been found I'm not stopping I'm going hunting I'm the hunter I'll bring back the goods But I don't know when"

"Naru: You think that I'm not a hunter like you. That I'm not a threat. That's what makes me dangerous."

"Americans who have no problem eating and and sometimes perceive hunting as “cruel,” or insist that shooting “defenseless” deer is not a sport. In untangling various arguments about hunting, Howsare makes clear how human concepts of “innocence” or “wilderness” are inseparable from both early mythology and modern gender, class and race hierarchies. Fifteen percent of the American population participates in the traditional fall . Most of them are white males, but gender also extends into choice of quarry — the . Howsare insightfully unpacks this preference as well, proceeding to unwind modern archetypes of the practice — working-class, masculine, solitary. Like the “unspoiled wilderness” of Europeans’ dreams, this too is just a construct. The older, more collaborative methods employed by Indigenous groups were in fact more efficient for harvesting deer meat."

"It does not in the least matter, so far as the question of animals' rights is concerned, whether you run your victim to death with a pack of yelping hounds, or shoot him with a gun, or drag him from his native waters by a hook; the point at issue is simply whether man is justified in inflicting any form of death or suffering on the lower races for his mere amusement and caprice."

"The karma of cruelty is the most terrible of all. The fate of the cruel must fall also upon all who go out intentionally to kill God's creatures, and call it "sport"."

"A shot in the dark A past lost in space Where do I start? The past and the chase You hunted me down Like a wolf, a predator I felt like a deer in the lights"

"Green wind from the green-gold branches, what is the song you bring? What are all songs for me, now, who no more care to sing? Deep in the heart of Summer, sweet is life to me still, But my heart is a lonely hunter that hunts on a lonely hill."

"There were three jovial Welshmen, As I have heard them say, And they would go a-hunting Upon St. David's day."

"Understanding how hunter-gatherers thrived for so long may help us identify the broad principles necessary to ensure a more sustainable future. Dealing with systemic inequality – not least, their own – would be a good place to start."

"Though I am an old horse, and have seen and heard a great deal, I never yet could make out why men are so fond of this sport; they often hurt themselves, often spoil good horses, and tear up the fields, and all for a hare or a fox, or a stag, that they could get more easily some other way; but we are only horses, and don't know."

"The English country gentleman galloping after a fox — the unspeakable in full pursuit of the uneatable."

"The game laws are already sufficiently oppressive, and therefore ought not to be extended by implication."

"When a man wants to murder a tiger, he calls it sport: when the tiger wants to murder him, he calls it ferocity."

"Though large herds of deer do much damage to the neighbourhood, yet the injury to the morals of the people is of more moment than the loss of their crops. The temptation is irresistible; for most men are sportsmen by constitution; and there is such an inherent spirit for hunting in human nature, as scarce any inhibitions can restrain."

"While hunter-gatherers accepted that people had different skills, abilities and attributes, they aggressively rejected efforts to institutionalise them into any form of hierarchy."

"Hunting and gathering was a low-risk way of making a living. Ju/’hoansi hunter-gatherers in Namibia traditionally made use of 125 different edible plant species, each of which had a slightly different seasonal cycle, varied in its response to different weather conditions, and occupied a specific environmental niche. When the weather proved unsuitable for one set of species it was likely to benefit another, vastly reducing the risk of famine."