They tried to curtail my Masculine urge to go out and hunt at Zoomazium today. They attempted to channel my energy with a peaceful maraca party.
Well, it did work for a little bit. But hunting is in my blood. The thing is, unlike Teddy Roosevelt, I think using a gun is cowardly.
If you are going to truly dominate an animal you should do it with your bare hands.
Unfortunately, I wasn't allowed to bring any of the animals home as trophies or even as meat for the refrigerator.
Oh well, sometimes all you get is the joy of the hunt!