Killing for Fun  So I have a book about hunting in my hands,
courtesy of a publisher, and I'm trying to decide whether to
blog about it.  It's a philosophical examination of hunting, but
it's written for hunters, and largely by hunters.  So there is a
great deal of jocularity about the whole business. The
presupposition of most of the articles seems to be "we are all
hunters here."   There's a lot of good ol' boys and girls
clowning around. That's (to put it mildly) off-putting.  I am
not an ignoramus about hunting.  I regularly have hunters in my
Animal Rights class, and I give them plenty of opportunity to
explain hunting and defend it.  My class has heard from several
students whose parents own and operate Texas hunting ranches.
I've heard blow-by-blow accounts of how canned hunting works. 
Another student showed the class a video about Safari hunting in
Africa, complete with a scene of hunters blowing a crocodile's
head off (and saying "cool!")  We've heard from environmentally
responsible duck hunters an