I’ll admit some of the titles of the articles on this site may be slightly hyperbolic, and yet this title is probably one of the least exaggerated. Be afraid. Be very afraid. There exists a race of mutant mosquito’s that never sleep and feed on human blood.
This is part two of a series of blog posts, click here to see the first post.
Most instances of trophy hunting found today are of individuals in camouflage with high calibre rifles lurking in the bushes, bravely waiting to shoot an animal from a safe distance. It’s somewhat analogues to taking a sledgehammer to a hedgehog, being neither an indicator of bravery or intelligence and in most cases appears to be the sad hobby of a quivering adult male suffering from a severe type of Napoleon complex. However! These people exist and perhaps regulation is better than prohibition, something that throughout recent human history has consistently shown itself to never work… This blog post is on the unnatural (or human) selection pressures of trophy hunting, particularly on one animal.