GrainneDhu
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I was upset when I saw it but can see both sides. Back to my point about local vernacular - to me "search" and "hunt" are not even close to interchageable. Everyone is "searching" for the girls, not "hunting" for them. To me "hunting" means "find it and kill it." Do you "search for" deer or do you "hunt" them? Personally I search for deer and enjoy watching them graze. I don't hunt them. (and yes, I realize I'm a total hypocrite for buying a steak on the way home, just for the record).
I think it might just be a regional language thing.
ETA: I hope it's obvious my last question was rhetorical and not directed at anyone personally.
I'm certainly not offended, I was the one who asked the question and I wasn't snarking, I was truly curious.
Maybe it's from knowing hunters and having hunted myself. Going hunting no more guarantees food on the table than going fishing does. No matter how skilful the hunter, no matter how well scouted the location, you just never know. The fish, the deer, the birds, they all do as they darn well please (to paraphrase the Harvard law).
As a teenager, I fox hunted. Never once saw a fox killed and, at least in the US, that's not the point of the sport at all. The point is to watch hounds work the scent, fly across country on a hot horse and do things you'd never do if you were all alone. With the sanction of adults, people who supposedly knew better. <snicker>
So now I wonder, what do I mean when I say I am hunting something? Your post made me think. To me, hunting is to have a definite goal in mind, to follow all clues and go to great lengths to find what I am hunting for. What happens at the end of the hunt is, to a great extent, irrelevant. Could be food on the table, could be an empty day, the point is to try and keep on trying.
To me, searching is something where you have a defined area to look in. We're nowhere near that stage with Elizabeth and Lyric, sadly... unless LE knows a lot more than I think they do.
I won't even get into what I think of white tail deer (aka long legged suburban rats) except to say that the Bambi who thinks he can go through my backyard with impunity has a contract on his head, come 15 September.