en bred only for the quality of their fur. There’s been no effort to eliminate their wild urges and behaviors. They act just as you would expect wild animals to act when kept by the thousands in tiny, cramped pens. Their urge to roam and hunt is transformed into psychotic behaviors, cannibalism and self- mutilation.
When it comes to killing, fur farmers are concerned about preserving the pelt. Being quick and humane is not the priority.
That’s not to say my grandfather was a bad man. Grandpa was kind, gentle and decent to his children and grandchildren. I believe most people who raise animals for their fur are honest, hardworking people.
But the unspeakable misery of their animals cannot be denied.
These conditions are prevalent throughout the fur industry today. The industry’s animal husbandry practices have changed little over the years, other than advances in medical technology that have eradicated many of the diseases, such as distemper.
I’ve also done a lot of hunting. Although some might say killing is killing, for me the sportsmanlike killing of an animal in the wild had a certain nobility and grace to it. We were in awe of the animals we pursued; there was a respect, a reverence, for our quarry. We spoke in hushed tones of the animals’ intelligence, wit and spirit.
But the pelting season was pitiful and sad.
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