I consider myself extremely lucky, and without plagiarizing Lou Gehrig, I’m one of the luckiest people in the world. I’ve received 3 doctorate degrees over my years of traveling this blue marble they call the Earth. Another reason I consider myself very lucky is I have great friends. The majority of them are either scientists or artists, but all of them, to a man and a woman, are considerably smarter than I am. It’s a good thing to have highly intelligent friends because I never stop learning. What the hell does this have to do with God? When you look at a lion in the middle of the jungle, and you look into the lion’s eyes, it’s one of the most amazing visions you’ll ever see. The lion will look back at you, and you will feel terror, fear, love, and respect at the same time. But the majesty, the beauty, the strength, is off the charts. The lion didn’t get the name “King of the Beasts” because it was a flea. I would like to share with you a few photographs.
Under normal circumstances, I would try not to judge my fellow man. But I’m going to make an exception on this low life piece of s*** who chose to wound a beautiful animal, and then take a half a day to kill it. If I could get my hands on him, I’d put an arrow to his thigh close to his groin, and watch him take a day to die. God forgive me for a bad thought. In case anybody hasn’t figured it out, we are killing this planet. Everyday, we’re killing this planet. There’s an old cliche, people who live in glass houses should not throw rocks, so in the interest of being open and above board, there was a period of time in the 70’s that I would fish for large game fish. Every ounce of those fish were eaten and nothing went to waste. The only reason that this even happened is because I was filming for Sports Illustrated, HBO, Discovery Channel, etc., etc., etc.. 99.9% of every fish I caught was tagged and released. For the record today, if I go fishing, I fish with a camera only.