Yes, the wolf hunt stirs emotions

Counterpoint

There's a big black dog who lives next door and wanders into my yard from time to time. His is name is Sammy. He barks like a pack-a-day smoker, leaves kielbasa-shaped piles on my lawn, challenges my Scotty, intimidates my children, and the only way I can get him to step off is if I get up from my work and charge him with the full force of my 6-foot-2-inch frame, pointing my finger and yelling. Even then, he usually waits to back down until his owner begins calling from the other side of the hedge. She sounds like a guest on "The Jerry Springer Show."

As you can imagine, Sammy's existence is impinging upon the order of my property, my financial well-being and pursuit of happiness. So, do I get to "take" Sammy? Am I allowed to "harvest" a demented Labrador retriever with a BMI of 42? Because I would gladly fill out the permit -- I'd write out a check to the agency in charge, bait him with some crullers, lay in wait by the rhubarb and whack him with a shovel. I could even string his carcass from a tree and send off a picture to the sports section of the local paper.

As everyone knows, fortunately, the answer is no, no and no. If I so much as throw a frying pan at Sammy, I will get my picture in the paper, but for entirely different reasons. As Michael Vick will tell you, we decided a long time ago that killing dogs was wrong, and for good reason. We feel for dogs. We decided that killing them is gross.

We did that for emotional reasons.

But as it turns out, while emotional reasoning is OK in the protection of dogs, cats and bald eagles, it is the amusing ways of the unsophisticated when it comes to wolves. That's the unpersuasive suggestion of a recent commentary ("Opposition to wolf hunt seems purely emotional," Nov. 16) by a wolf-appreciation center director named Peggy Callahan. (With friends like these.) Callahan is "well-versed in the emotional extremes that accompany any conversations about wolves," and is troubled that "science appears to have left the room" in the debate over wolf hunting. "Perhaps," she wrote, "I can bring it back to the table briefly."

Not being the director of a wolf-appreciation center outside of Forest Lake, I'm in no position to evaluate the various claims that followed:

But that's kind of the point. When it comes to deciding which animals live and which animals die, those of us who do not lie about our emotions are not qualified to sit at the same table with the wildlife-management experts. We are not to take issue with the state agencies that get funding from hunting. We are not to question the harming of a resource that seemingly separates the region from every other low-density expanse of cheap commercial development and motorized recreation. You see, we are emotional, and they are not.

Never mind the many blind spots on display here -- marvel for just a moment at the apparent lack of self-awareness. As if hunters are not driven by emotion. As if politicians did not delist the species thanks to emotion. As if wildlife research itself is not informed by emotion.

No, they know the difference between a red wolf and a grey wolf, they have lectured to busloads of kids at the wolf-appreciation center -- with none of these many captive audiences having gone to their heads -- and we are to keep our "fascinating" emotional viewpoints about an animal's persecution out of the conversation.

Ms. Callahan. People who think shooting wolves is gross aren't all burning incense, wearing T-shirts with pictures of three wolves howling at the moon, and gathering for poetry readings, nor are our emotions something to be put to the side. Emotions informed the earliest fears of wolves. Emotions inform the marvelous sense of entitlement in ranchers and hunters who believe they should be able to profit from nature without having to function within its hazards.

Emotions are at the root of all of our decisions, good or bad. If you want to diminish their legitimacy in defense of your own biases, that's fine, but then I get to go take out Sammy.