Still don't get hunting...

I still don’t understand the Midwestern urge to hunt. The guys in class sit, scribbling mk47s and deer corpses on the margin of their notes during class like middle school girls do with wedding dresses. I cannot tell you how many times I have walk to class and seen frat guys stringing up dead deer to their cars or trees. No one should have to be forced to vomit on his or her way to class. I dislike seeing the eyes of dead deer staring lifelessly at me on my way to class and hunting my dreams at night. I doubt any of them have seen Bambi.