I am incensed! I am at a loss! I am consumed by rage, indignation, and other things that happen when one is pissed off. “Why,” you ask?
Because this and next week is the World Champion Raccoon Hunt. Sounds horrific, right? I mean, the whole thing is based on whether prize dogs are good at tracking and sighting raccoons. The animals are not physically harmed in the hunts.
But what about psychologically? How would you like to be hunted for almost two weeks? Wouldn’t that stress you out?