Why Care about Bears?
On A Booth And A Bear…
When I was a lot younger, my family rented a cabin up at Saratoga Beach on Vancouver Island every summer. One year, we found some curious nibbles on our cereal boxes and other low-shelved food that I managed to convince my parents was caused by a mouse and not myself.
So we walked over to the General Store and bought a bag of mouse traps.
My only previous exposure to this scenario was through Mouse Trap, so while I was confused and disappointed by the lack of bathtubs and old-timey divers I figured this curiously straight-forward way to catch a mouse with cheese and a spring-loaded bar would still be fun.
After all, it was a game right?
So we set it up and and went about eating dinner when my sister saw something scurry in the kitchen. There was the mouse, eying the cheese like he had never watched YTV.
In a flash he was off, deftly grabbing the cheese without setting off the trap.
To my sister and I, this was hilarious. My dad was a little more, uh, cheesed off though and immediately re-baited the trap.
It took about 10 minutes or so, but the mouse came back, once again spotting a cheese oasis in the kitchen floor.
He took off and again showed the deft hands of a jewel thief by removing the cheese without triggering his own demise.
My sister and I were closer to killing ourselves by laughing than this mouse was to killing himself via his cheese addiction.
My dad wasn’t about to give up; Round 3.
Only this time, the mouse played the role of the Vancouver Canucks and the trap was wearing a Los Angeles Kings jersey. Game over, and it all came crashing down on my sister and I.
The laughter flipped instantaneously to tears as the finality of what had actually happened hit. It was fun and games until you were confronted face-to-face with the poor mouse’s twitching body pinned down in the trap.
The idea of killing an animal can be pretty abstract until you actually see the final product.
So yeah, David Booth should be able to relate to my Dad who still wonders why on earth he let us watch knowing full well what the outcome would be.
A little press blurb in a media guide or Canucks.com that describes Booth as an “avid hunter” or whatever is a little different than being confronted by his trophy kill on Twitter but what did people expect the final outcome of Booth’s passion for hunting be?
A Pretty Woman scenario where he gives them a makeover and sets them off back in the woods beautiful and free?
But also, what was Booth expecting by giving the bear his close-up? Vancouver isn’t exactly Hunter’s Ed country what with all the environmentalism and David Suzuki.
Here is a picture of Dan Hamhuis holding a fish in a fundraising event put on by the Vancouver Canucks.
That fish is dead because Dan wanted to have a nice relaxing day. Is it really any different?
I’m not the type of guy to ever even consider going into the woods to shoot a bear, but I have fished. I’m also of the belief that for better or for worse, legal is legal and everything David Booth did was on the legal level.
He’s probably far from the first hunter to take down a bear this spring, yet for some reason those guys don’t have as many Twitter followers.
Welcome to the fish bowl David Booth, now watch out for Hamhuis’ hook.