Rebecca Francis is a hunter. She says she lives to hunt, it’s in her blood; she loves the challenge of it, everything about it. She hunts legally- she gives the meat from the animals she hunts to villagers who otherwise wouldn’t have meat. She justifies every aspect of her sport, and she is a legend in her own time to many.
But here’s the thing.
She likes to kill exotic animals, rare exotic animals that are to most people beautiful and majestic and should be protected and not hunted. That there is a business in breeding these animals, giraffes, lions, rhinos, the list is endless, so they can be hunted is sick business. To call it conservation is a shill, a shell game to hide what it really is. It is a sick twisted perverted need to kill something bigger, stronger and more beautiful than the hunter who hunts. The icing on the cake are the photos of her and her kill.
Anyone who can lie next to a dead giraffe with a huge smile on her pretty face is a very ugly person if you ask me. Hunting very well might be in her blood, but to hunt animals that are exotic and rare, bred to be hunted, I can’t make any sense of it, no matter how she spins it; to me she’s simply a killer.