"To feel keenly the poetry of a morning's roses, one has to have just escaped from the claws of this vulture which we call sickness."

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I have always tempered my killing with respect for the game pursued. I see the animal not only as a target, but as a living creature with more freedom than I will ever have. I take that life if I can, with regret as well as joy, and with the sure knowledge that nature's way of fang and claw and starvation are a far crueler fate than I bestow.

— Fred Bear