Instead of seeing Brett Favre, Kevin Durant, Sidney Crosby, and the other best-of-the-best, most highly skilled athletes out there, competing hard nosed day in and day out against the other best players in the world, we'd see guys with interesting personalities and no athletic talent on our tee-vees and fields. We'd see someone like Sacha Baren Cohen (Borat, Bruno), parading into the endzone with the football while the defense simply moves out of the way to let him run by (or throw themselves at him and miss in a fake "tackle attempt"). We'd see Regis Philbin dribbling up and down the court and owning LeBron with a dunk, and racking up 50 points per game (of course, it would take some creative editing, camera angles, and such, but no problem there). We'd see the old man from Pawn Stars skating on a breakaway and lighting the lamp one on one against Brodeur (using a stunt body double for the skating action).
How is that different from watching Jeff Foxworthy and Blake Shelton take a trophy buck on giant private ranches, with huge feed plots, feeders, box blinds, years of careful management, and years on end of very very low hunting pressure? With them supposedly talking in a moderate whisper with the deer 10 yards away, just before the shot.
Conversely, if Hunters on the hunting shows were actually the pros - the best there is - they'd be crotchety old farts with little to no communication skills or visual appeal, who would go onto public land during ordinary gun season, and pull out the 6.5 year old, 220 lb, 180 class whitetail that no one else had even seen, and tell us how they did it.
How is that different from watching Jeff Foxworthy and Blake Shelton take a trophy buck on giant private ranches, with huge feed plots, feeders, box blinds, years of careful management, and years on end of very very low hunting pressure? With them supposedly talking in a moderate whisper with the deer 10 yards away, just before the shot.
Conversely, if Hunters on the hunting shows were actually the pros - the best there is - they'd be crotchety old farts with little to no communication skills or visual appeal, who would go onto public land during ordinary gun season, and pull out the 6.5 year old, 220 lb, 180 class whitetail that no one else had even seen, and tell us how they did it.
