Trophy Hunter Columnist Pretends that he is Not a Trophy Hunter and Fails Miserably

Photo from ABC 7. Walter Palmer, dentist and convicted poacher.

Photo from ABC 7. Walter Palmer, dentist and convicted poacher.

When it comes to writing snuff pieces and being an apologist for trophy “hunters” and the kill everything every way possible Wisconsin hunting “culture” there is no better example than “outdoors” columnist Patrick Durkin. Durkin uses his latest column titled, “Definition of trophy hunter hard to quantify,” to spread a heaping load of propaganda and the blatant hypocrisy that he and his fellow killing apologists are well-known for.

Durkin starts his column by trying to minimize the poaching of Cecil the Lion in Zimbabwe and pretends that our anger toward the Minnesota dentist/poacher, Walter Palmer, is overblown and the product of “emotion.”

Now that a fortnight has passed since we heard a Minnesota dentist killed an African lion with a Christian name, maybe we’ve calmed enough to stow the hangman’s noose until knowing with certainty whether Walter Palmer is a poacher or hunter.

Christian name? So Durkin apparently thinks that people are outraged because Cecil was given a “Christian name?” No, people are outraged because an iconic lion was lured from a national park, shot with an arrow by a convicted American poacher and, left to suffer for 40 hours before finally being finished off by the great white hunter. Then he was beheaded and his body was left to rot. THAT is what we are angry about. Palmer IS a POACHER. A convicted one at that. 

Then Durkin goes on to pretend that he just can’t figure out what the definition of “trophy hunting” is while acting as though cave painting from our distant ancestors somehow equate to the modern snuff films and the “outdoors page” killing propaganda that he and so many like him peddle.

Then again, hunters can’t even agree on what defines “trophy,” let alone “trophy hunting.” For instance, about 10 years ago I addressed a wildlife conference, and was asked to defend photos of “trophy” deer on magazine covers. A speaker before me said he counted all the deer photos in several hunting magazines, and found the buck-to-doe ratio was about 50-1.

The room erupted in laughter, including mine. But when I spoke, I began with this question: “What’s the buck-to-doe ratio on cave paintings?” In other words, let’s not pretend modern hunters of European descent were the first humans to be fascinated by horns and antlers.

Durkin is doing what he does best here, deflecting. Those same people and the generations following them also participated in slavery, genocide, war, and numerous other disgusting crimes against humanity and nature. Does continuing those behaviors today make them acceptable Durkin?

What Durkin does next is trying to justify his own trophy fetish by trying to convince the reader that he “eats” everything he kill and is only displaying his ghoulish TROPHIES out of “tribute” for the animal.

But let’s make this personal. By my definition, I’m no trophy hunter. I’ve never wasted the meat of any critter I’ve killed, antlered or feathered. In fact, except for my first deer in 1973, I’ve butchered, wrapped and eaten/shared every deer, elk, pronghorn, goose or wild turkey I’ve killed.

Even so, the heads, hides, antlers and feathers from many of those same tasty, beautiful creatures hang in my home. They’re my trophies – my totems and memories – and I admire the animals’ beauty, and the taxidermist’s skills that preserved them. When I’m home alone some nights, I sit or slowly walk past them, inspecting each with pride. I recall when and where I spotted each trophy, what led to the shot, and the challenge of dragging or hauling them back to my truck.

Did I kill them for fun? No. I had fun hunting them, and I killed without apology; but I killed with respect, not delight. So, by that definition, I’m no trophy hunter.

Durkin just explained to the world that he is in fact a person that “hunts” for trophies but take his word that he isn’t a “trophy hunter.” Wow. Killed with not delight? Really? I seem to recall several snuff articles that Durkin has written showing him or family members posing with animals that they killed. But it’s about “conservation” right? So much “conservation” that you need to travel across the country to “conserve” wildlife by putting a bullet into it? But I shouldn’t expect anything other than convoluted “explanations” and apologist justifications from Mr. Durkin. Here are some of Durkin’s heroic snuff pieces to show you that he is all about “conservation” and “admiring” those “critters.”

Let’s start with Durkin’s heroic account of the great bunny hunt. With dogs of course:

Seconds later we heard shotgun blasts from Ron Sr.’s direction. “Got him,” he yelled. Just then Lee Roy shouted that a rabbit was heading my way. I never saw it, but the beagles had struck fresh scent and were howling their good news.

Just then I saw a grayish blur blast from a cedar hedge 30 yards away and run straight at me. I raised my 12-gauge shotgun, swung its sight beneath the rabbit’s oncoming nose and tapped the trigger. Snow exploded into the air at the pellets’ impact, but the rabbit kept charging, untouched.

Before I could shoot again it scooted past, dashed through the cedar hedge behind me, and vanished into the field beyond. Ron Jr., Indy and Nemo soon appeared, the beagles howling along the rabbit’s flight path.

When the dogs followed the scent into a patch of aspens, goldenrod and wild raspberries, Ron Jr. and I flanked its likely escape routes. We didn’t wait long. With Indy and Nemo closing in, the rabbit tried darting past Ron. He fired once, and we had our second bunny.

Yup, no “delight” here. Right, Durkin? How about your snuff piece about killing raccoons?

Polensky started hunting them in daylight several years ago after buying a video by David and Mike Sells of Iowa: “Cold Weather Daytime Raccoon Calling.” The Sells’ raccoon-calling expertise is well-known among trappers and fur-trade folks, but most varmint hunters overlook the tactic because they focus on fox and coyotes.

“Varmint?” Such “respect for the animal, right Durkin?

Polensky advised me to keep my camera poised to shoot as he did the same with his .22 Magnum lever-action rifle. He then pressed a button on his remote-control fob to activate the caller. Even though I’d heard the raccoon caterwaul three times before, I jumped at the sound.

For the first time that day, a raccoon burst from the hole. I snapped photos as Polensky fired and cleanly killed the coon, which plopped into the snow.

I was about to congratulate him, when a second raccoon popped from the hole and scrambled down the trunk. A third followed closely behind. They hit the ground running, and bounded through the snow toward Polensky. That was the last mistake they made.

With that, he slung his rifle over his shoulder, grabbed the largest coon with one hand and the smaller two with the other, and started walking toward his truck. About 100 yards later he paused and offered another piece of advice:

“Don’t forget to bring a little plastic sled this time of year,” he said. “These things get heavy, especially when you’re walking through a foot of snow.”

Such “respect” for these “varmints.” Right Durkin?

Then we have Mr. “I eat everything I kill” bragging about getting a wolf kill license in 2012. If he killed a wolf do you think he would eat it? I somehow doubt it, But remember Durkin isn’t a trophy hunter according to him.

Wisconsin’s second wolf season won’t open until Oct. 15, but this annual event is already joining our bobcat and mourning dove seasons as a nonissue in the outdoors.

Sure, wolf-protectionists bond more emotionally to their cause than even dove-protectionists, and seem more capable of sustaining outrage. But judging by the nearly 18 percent decline in applicants for this year’s 2,510 wolf-hunting permits, the protectionists won’t have as many adversaries to stoke their wrath.

Durkin likes to insult wildlife advocates by mockingly call us “protectionists” and even “worshipers.” In one of his usual nonsensical articles showing his hate for predators he again mockingly called us “worshipers.”

After all, who wants to explain the benefits of killing the cousins of horn-tooting seals to hostile hordes of their worshipers. 

Finally, Mr. “I’m not a trophy hunter” went out of his way to insult wildlife advocates fighting the legalized dog fighting in our woods between hounds and wolves and be an apologist for the sick practice.

No one’s surprised the state’s humane associations and various wolf advocates found the time and money to sue the Wisconsin Department of Natural Resources in hopes of stopping folks like me from hunting wolves this fall and winter.

Still, why not devote their talents to money-generating programs that sustain long-term wolf research and management, so critters other than lawyers benefit?

In the same column Durkin minimizes the legalized animal fighting between hounds and wolves:

Fascinating stuff, this lawsuit. The plaintiffs -– claiming to advocate for wolves and dogs alike -– contend the hunt must be stopped because the DNR didn’t impose enough restrictions to prevent “deadly animal fighting,” which violates Wisconsin’s “animal cruelty law.”

They cite the fact wolves can’t climb trees like a bear or raccoon to escape pursuers. Fair point, but what about a bear standing its ground, a raccoon drowning a hound, or a giant Canada goose wing-beating a Labrador? Why pretend wolf altercations are somehow unique and uglier?

So is a wolf being ripped apart by a pack of dogs is killing with “respect,” Durkin?

Durkin, with his most recent column, claims that he is not a trophy hunter according to his own definition. With his own words he calls his ghoulish preserved dead animal bodies TROPHIES. He muses about admiring these dead bodies with “pride” yet wildlife advocates are bad and are “worshipers” for caring about living wildlife according to him. In Durkin’s world I guess that I am a “worshiper.” I “worship” LIVING wildlife and not ghoulish dead TROPHIES that hang on a wall or are mounted on a stand. Not killing is the ultimate respect that one can give another being. How is hanging a dead body on a wall a sign of “respect?”

You are not fooling anyone Durkin. You ARE a trophy hunter and your articles that insult wildlife advocates and attempt to glamorize the recreational killing of “critters” and “varmints” show exactly what you are in addition to that.


Trophy Killing Apologists Scrambling to Justify their Behavior and it Isn’t Working

"Cecil the Lion" by Source (WP:NFCC#4). Licensed under Fair use via Wikipedia -

“Cecil the Lion” by Source (WP:NFCC#4). Licensed under Fair use via Wikipedia –

As expected following the news the last few days about the illegal killing of Cecil the Lion in Zimbabwe by an American dentist, the killing cartels and their apologists have taken to various media outlets to defend their “sport” and continue to foster the lie that it has something to do with real “conservation.”

One of the most absurd one that I read today came from a frequent apologist for wildlife killers, Rocky Barker of the Idaho Statesman. Barker talks about how the killing of Cecil was a “stupid act” but then goes on to espouse the “benefits” of trophy killing.

People who universally condemn hunters because of Palmer’s act don’t understand the critical role hunters play in conservation. The Safari Club, which promotes trophy hunting and conservation, suspended Palmer’s membership Wednesday, along with that of the guide.

The lottery held by the Bighorn Sheep Foundation and the Idaho Department of Fish and Game on Wednesday raised $62,000 for wildlife research. An Alabama hunter was the winner out of 5,855 $20 tickets for the chance at a bighorn sheep, a once-in-a-lifetime hunt.

Another hunter paid $100,000 to the national Wild Sheep Foundation at its banquet in Reno for an Idaho tag, which also benefits conservation. And another $100,000 was raised this year at the Idaho chapter’s banquet.

As usual the old “killing is conservation” argument is being used here. Us “anti’s” just “don’t understand.” You are right Mr. Barker, I DON’T UNDERSTAND. I don’t understand how someone can pay money to fly across the world to kill an animal. I don’t understand how one derives pleasure from taking the life of another being for pleasure. Trophy “hunters” like to pretend that they “care” about wildlife and their habitat. The fallacy in that argument is that if they are willing to spend tens or even hundreds of thousands of dollars for “conservation,” why do they need the payoff of a kill? “Once in a lifetime hunt” indeed because for the bighorn sheep it is their LIFE being taken in the process. The “killing for conservation” argument continues in the article:

Hunters are among the most active conservationists I have covered over the past 30 years in Idaho. They were on the front lines of the fight for protection of the Owyhee Canyonlands and are among the small group of sportsmen I see annual lobbying of the Idaho Legislature in support of the Idaho Department of Fish and Game and habitat protection.

Ah yes, those “sportsmen” and their lobbying of IDFG. What exactly have they been “lobbying” for? How about one “sportsmen’s” group “lobbying and paying for trying to eradicate wolves from that state? From 2012:

Rocky Mountain Elk Foundation leaders want state wildlife officials to get more aggressive about wolf control, and they’ve offered at least $50,000 to make it happen.

“We are not utilizing anywhere near to the fullest of what the wolf management plan authorizes,” RMEF president David Allen said on Monday. “The go-slow, take-it-easy approach is not working.”

The Missoula-based group wants Montana Fish, Wildlife and Parks to use the money to contract with the federal Wildlife Services agency to kill more wolves.

Is that the kind of “lobbying” for “conservation” that Mr. Barker is referring to? But no pro-killing article would be complete without the narrative of how the “great white hunter” has to come in with his or her big $$$$ and “save” the natives so they can build “clinics and soccer fields.” 

Big game hunters would pay tens of thousands of dollars to kill trophy animals. That provided an incentive for the village to protect the animals that otherwise were seen as threats. The village would spend some of the proceeds to hire guards to protect game against poachers, and the rest went for everything from wells to soccer fields to doctor’s clinics.

Yeah, I guess why that explains the massive increase in poaching and how many African species have been pushed to the brink of extinction in the past decade. Right Mr. Barker? I suppose like the NRA’s argument of “more guns” to solve the mass shooting problem, I can imagine the killing cartels and their apologists screaming that more killing is needed for “conservation.” No better analogy exists for this ridiculous argument than this one:

Killing for conservation is the same as screwing for virginity. 

I believe that says it all.

Throughout the furor over Cecil’s killing internet trolls and killing cartel apologists have been using the same tired line against those outraged over what occurred. They ask why we “care” more for a lion than we do for other humans? This is how I explained it to a typical apologist troll on Facebook this morning:

“Funny how there are so many people out there whining that “you care more about that lion than people.” Yeah I do. Cecil never cut me off in traffic. Cecil never hurled bigoted or racist comments to anyone. Cecil didn’t drive through my neighborhood at 3 am booming his car stereo. Cecil killed to eat and not for a trophy. Cecil didn’t use packs of dogs against helpless wildlife. Cecil didn’t start needless wars leading to hundreds of thousands of dead and maimed. Cecil didn’t wage war on the poor. Cecil didn’t try to cut the rights of workers. So yeah, I do care about Cecil more than most humans and I don’t care if that offends you or anyone else.”

I didn’t get a response. Shock.

There is no justification for trophy killing no matter how much blood money it brings in. If those that partake in such activities really “care” about “conservation” as they claim let’s see them cut a check for $50,000 or $100,000 without the bloody payoff. It ain’t happening.

Here are some other obscene “killing is conservation” articles showing up in the media:

Why killing lions like Cecil is actually good for conservation

Big Game Trophy Hunters Defend Their Passion

Other View: Those trophy hunters pay for game reserves

There are plenty more apologist fluff pieces out there if these haven’t infuriated you enough.

The Lesson From Cecil’s Killing: Let’s Not Forget What Happens in Our Own Backyard

On the request of various wildlife advocacy groups I have “cleaned up” my original post and removed some “blue” language and descriptions of the folks involved in the death of Cecil and the wildlife below.

As outrage continues to mount against the Minnesota dentist and the killing groups that enabled him to bait and kill Cecil the Lion we must not forget what is happening in our own backyards each and every day.

From last year’s wolf slaughter season in Wisconsin:


How about this “conservationist” posing with a puppy that she arrowed:

Photo used via

Photo used via “Fair Use.”

Who can forget US Forest Service Employee Josh Bransford and him striking a pose in front of a severely injured wolf that had been shot while languishing in Bransford’s trap in Idaho during their 2012 wolf slaughter?

Idaho wolf killer Josh Bransford in 2012.

Idaho wolf killer Josh Bransford in 2012.

How about the face and voice of the NRA and convicted poacher, Ted Nugent, advocating for the poaching of wolves in Wisconsin and elsewhere:

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How about these hounder killed wolves in Wisconsin and the “conservationists” posing with the dead bodies for a snuff article?


Yet another hounder killed and gut shot wolf. Photo used via

Yet another hounder killed and gut shot wolf. Photos used via “Fair Use.”

These killers are no less shameful than the pearly white toothed Minnesota dentist that murdered Cecil but the outrage seems to be lacking. Let’s change that. It’s time to start shaming each and every sick person that post their boastful snuff pictures for the world to see. This is happening right in our backyard.


This is

This is “sport” and “heritage” in Wisconsin.

This “conservationist” below let this wolf languish in a trap for over a week in Wisconsin and even though that was illegal, abhorrent, and unethical the Wisconsin DNR gave those involved a “warning” and took no further action.


These are just a few of the examples of what is being done daily to wolves and other predators right in our own backyard. While people are rightfully outraged at the death of Cecil and those that perpetrated it, I also think the same fury should be directed at the types of “conservationists” above that are operating in our own backyards. The acts of these people are no less of a abhorrent than what Walter Palmer and his cohorts did. One of the most common arguments that the trophy hunters use to “justify” their behavior, in addition to the absurd “conservation” angle, is that animals “don’t have feelings” like humans do. While anyone that spends time with animals knows this to be a complete and total line of garbage, I would argue that the animals in the pictures above are the ones void of feelings. I am not talking about the four legged ones.

Let’s hope that the selfish and horrific killing of Cecil starts a movement that allows us to decry and shame ALL of the trophy killing enthusiasts that exploit and torment our wildlife. Whether it is in Africa or in our own backyards this sick and abhorrent behavior needs to be called out for what it is and those partaking in the behavior need to be shunned by all. Let’s make sure that neither Cecil or the victims pictured above died in vain.

Cecil the Lion, 832F, and the Death Fetishists That Pervert Conservation

Photo via Wikipedia.

Photo via Wikipedia.

Anyone that regularly reads my blog knows that while I find all forms of modern hunting deplorable, I hold a special revulsion for those that kill predators such as bears, canines, and big cats. This is especially true of the predator “hunters” in Wisconsin that are allowed to hound, bait, and trap just about every predator species and kill them with every tool short of artillery.

When news broke about the killing of a famous and very photogenic male lion in Zimbabwe known as Cecil the first thought that popped into my head is that he was likely killed by a wealthy American trophy killer. I had no evidence to back that up and only a gut feeling. Today when the UK newspaper The Telegraph broke the news that Cecil was indeed killed by a wealthy American trophy “hunter” I can’t say that I was shocked. Even less shocking is that the Minnesota based trophy “hunter” is a convicted poacher of a Wisconsin black bear in 2006. I wonder what other ties this guy has to Wisconsin’s sick and brutal predator “hunter” culture? From the article:

Cecil the lion – the most famous creature in one of Zimbabwe’s national parks – was killed by an American hunter who has boasted about shooting a menagerie of animals with his bow and arrow, The Telegraph can reveal.

Walter James Palmer, a dentist from Minnesota, is believed to have paid £35,000 to shoot and kill the much-loved lion with a bow and arrow. The animal was shot on July 1 in Hwange National Park. Two independent sources have confirmed the hunter’s identity to the paper, which has also seen a copy of the relevant hunting permit.

Also from the article:

During the hunt – which the organisers later admitted was badly carried out – it was alleged that Cecil was lured at night about half a mile out of the national park using bait, and then shot with a bow and arrow. The next day he was found wounded by the hunters and killed, before being beheaded and skinned.

Animals cannot be killed within the confines of the park. The hunters then removed his collar – further contravening park rules.

Palmer is apparently no stranger to this kind of behavior judging from his poaching of a Wisconsin black bear in 2007:

Mr Palmer has also run into legal woes. In 2008, court records show, he pleaded guilty to making a false statement to federal wildlife officials concerning the exact location of the slaying of a black bear during a guided hunt in Wisconsin. He was sentenced to a year probation.

I am so shocked that an esteemed member of Wisconsin’s bear hunting community would partake in poaching and lying. Shocked I tell you. Even more disturbing is that the New York Times wrote a fluff/snuff piece in 2009 documenting Palmer’s killing of a “trophy” and “record” elk in California after paying $45,000 to do so. The NYT wrote this fluff piece knowing full well that Palmer was convicted of poaching in Wisconsin and served a year of probation.

As the season began, Palmer was completing a year of probation. In 2008, court records show, he pleaded guilty to making a false statement to federal wildlife officials concerning the exact location of the slaying of a black bear during a guided hunt in Wisconsin. In his sentencing order, prosecutors had specifically agreed that the “defendant shall be permitted to possess archery equipment for lawful sporting purposes.”

A big money poacher getting special treatment from the feds? Again, color me shocked. Most poachers are supposed to lose their killing privileges through most of the country. Apparently that wasn’t the case here.

The killing of Cecil also reminds me of the killing of another famous predator that was possibly baited or strayed out of the sanctuary of a national park right here in the United States. In December of 2012 probably the most photogenic and famous wolf in America, known as “832F” was shot and killed by a great white hunter outside of Yellowstone National Park in Wyoming. Like Cecil “832F” or ’06 as she was known was a very popular and photogenic female wolf that dazzled visitors to Yellowstone from all over the world. Also like Cecil her death came at the hands of a trophy killer. This killer refuses to this day to be identified. Form an article in Outside Magazine:

On a December day about 15 miles east of Yellowstone National Park in Wyoming, a hunter fired a shot heard around the world—he legally killed a female wolf wearing a GPS research collar. It’s not known whether the hunter was hunting wolves or looking for other game and opportunistically shot her. It’s not known if he chose to shoot the wolf wearing the radio collar. Not much is known because the hunter has chosen not to reveal himself publicly (though he was given the opportunity to for this article). He is, in all likelihood, concerned about the reaction from wolf advocates, because the wolf he shot was the most famous wolf—perhaps the most famous single wild animal—on earth.

The wolf’s collar identified her as 832F, but she was better known to tens of thousands of people internationally as the “06 Female,” the unusually big, barrel-chested alpha female of the Lamar Canyon Pack. She was not the first Yellowstone wolf killed during Wyoming’s inaugural open season on wolves (Montana and Idaho have already had two years of wolf-hunting). A few weeks earlier, her packmate, a beta male she sometimes bred with, was shot and killed in Wyoming as well.

The killing of 832F touched off anger and grief in the wildlife advocacy movement. Almost as infuriating as her killing was the arrogant and boastful way anti-wolf factions celebrated her death. The killing of Cecil and 832F show the mindset of the modern trophy “hunter” and how they go out of their way to kill an animal that thousands if not millions of people cherish for their own sick and twisted wants and desires. That two lives which brought smiles and happiness to so many could be snuffed out by heartless and selfish killers so easily should horrify anyone that has the slightest empathy and concern for our wildlife. The selfish nature of modern trophy “hunters” and their money seem to take precedence over the wishes and emotions of millions of people on this planet. That is truly shameful.

As for the Minnesota dentist/trophy killer that paid $55,000 to kill Cecil, James Palmer of Bloomington, MN, he seems to have picked the wrong lion to bait and kill. The outrage generated by the selfish killing of this beautiful lion has set off a firestorm of anger across the world even eclipsing the outrage over the death of 832F.

As horrible as the death of this majestic lion was this may be the tipping point for the conversation about trophy “hunting” both here in the United States and across the world. For most sane people it is inconceivable to deprive millions of people the joy of observing a beautiful animal like Cecil or 832F alive and thriving in their habitats so that a killing fetishist can have a head to hang on their wall. Unfortunately that is not the world we live in. We live in a sick and twisted world where the wholesale trophy killing of species like wolves and lions is considered “conservation.” When wealthy death fetishists can drop tens of hundreds of thousands of dollars to kill increasingly rare or endangered species, like the black rhino killed by Dallas Safari Club ghoul Corey Knowlton earlier this year, the concept of “conservation” has been forever perverted.To add insult to injury Knowlton was allowed by the increasingly anti-wildlife US Fish and Wildlife Service to bring his “trophy” back to the United States for his ghoulish collection while the few remaining black rhinos inch closer and closer each day toward total extinction. All so one death fetishist can have a “trophy” to hang on his wall?

Could the sick trophy killing behavior or death fetishists like Knowlton and Palmer finally disgust enough people where a real conversation about what “conservation” really is can begin? Instead of being celebrated by the mainstream media for their sick trophy killing exploits these people need to be ostracized and called out for their disgusting behavior. This is certainly happening in the case of Palmer and his dental business. The Facebook pages and websites associated with Palmer and his business have been taken down and his dental office was closed on Tuesday. No doubt because he has been feeling the heat of his actions. I have no sympathy for this convicted poacher or those like him that seek to deprive not only life to our increasingly imperiled wildlife but to take away the joy of millions that will never see a magnificent animal like Cecil or 832F in the wild again. For what? All for a “trophy?” For a head to hang on a wall in some sick ghoulish display like something out of a horror movie? Ghouls like Palmer and Knowlton want you to think that they are the “victim” because people have directed their outrage at them for their sick behavior. The only victims in these stories are the animals needlessly slaughtered and the millions of people  that will never get to see them alive and thriving. All for a freaking “trophy” and an ego boost.

While finishing up this post I came across this quote in a news article about Palmer and the death fetish club that he has “records” with.

“Palmer has several hunts on record with the Pope and Young Club, where archers register big game taken in North America for posterity, said Glenn Hisey, the club’s director of records. Hisey said he didn’t have immediate access to records showing the types and number of animals killed by Palmer, but he noted that club records involve legal hunts “taken under our rules of fair chase.”

“Although African game wouldn’t be eligible, Hisey said he alerted the group’s board that Palmer’s ethics were being called into question. He said Palmer’s domestic records could be jeopardized if he’s found to have done something illegal abroad.”

So poaching a black bear in Wisconsin isn’t enough to have his “domestic records” “jeopardized” but poaching an animal overseas will? Pope and Young Club? It sounds to me like it is the Poach and Brag Club. It’s time to take off the gloves and call out these sick death fetish “clubs” and their members for being the sickos that they truly are. Enough of them perverting “conservation” and pretending that what they do has any legitimate role in the “management” of our wildlife here and abroad. It’s time that these sick poachers and the pervert groups that enable them be called out for what they truly are: death fetishists.