This is almost as good as vegetarians who don't eat meat because they're attempting to save animals.
For entertainment's sake, read the thread on organ donation:
"I have decided that I just could not donate my blood any longer to those who are not vegan, and I've taken organ donor off my driver's license. I would donate in a heartbeat to a vegan though"
"I refuse to donate my blood and organs because they might go to a meat eater and thats like helping Hitler commit genocide"
etc.
I can't understand why any so-called, self proclaimed animal libber would prefer any animal to die a long and painful, indiscriminate death through poisoning or aerial shooting. Feral animals and the indisputable destruction of native environments needs to be controlled, for the sake of native flaura and fauna. Volunteer conservation hunters operate professionally and safely, and pin point a target animal, which is dead before it hits the ground.
And before you go off on a tangent, 'Conservation Hunting' is not just a cover. Hunting clubs and associations spend hundreds of hours a year just cleaning forests, such as during clean up Australia Day, taking tonnes and tonnes of rubbish from our state and national parks. Why? Because they love the native Australian bush and want to preserve it.
I'll give you an example. Three weeks ago I was participating in such an activity. Four of us from the Hunters Club just decided to clean up a section of a forest in our area. That's right: off our own bat, no hunting, no guns, just a clean up day because we hunt there regularly and noticed a sudden increase in the dumping of rubbish. As we were cleaning up around a fallen tree, we noticed a tiny sugar glider hopping away from us near a fallen log. More noise to the left: The glider's mate, tangled in the handles of a plastic bag which was anchored under more rubbish. The four of us, looking more like a bunch of bunny hugging greenies cooed and worried over this poor little mite and soon had it free. We took photos of it on our phones as it scampered away, gliding to a nearby sappling. Every bloke there, despite their 'lumberjack' or 'redneck' appearance, was a picture of the values underpinning the essesnce of the green movement. And I couldn't help thinking: If only the bleeding hearts could see these guys now. 'Blood thirsty murderers'? Not likely. 'Killers of innocent native animals'? Nope.
My point is this: Hunters love Australian nature more than they love their guns. As a hunter I voluntarily participate in bush regeneration, clean ups and feral animal control. The feral animals I shoot are dead before they hit the ground and every part of the animal is thankfully and respectfully used in some sort of food. I know the meat that my family eats hasn't been wasted, bred in captivity to be thrown out once its gone past its use by date, or pumped full of hormones in a cage. I also know that the removal of the animal from a native environment has helped the preservation of native species. Goodness all round. I sleep very well at night, which couldn't be said if I indiscriminantly shot, poisoned or trapped feral animals as part of a professional or departmental 'solution' to the indisputable problem of feral animals in this country.