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I think along with fox-hunting,pheasant shooting,badger-baiting and squirrel tampering that Haggis-bashing or hunting should almost definetely be banned in Scotland as it is a cruel and out-dated viscious sport! Let the poor wee creature be please!Thanks,I'm sure the world can survive without persecuting the animal any longer for it's tasty meat..

But if we didn't hunt the little blighters down they'd cause endless trubble to the highlands, wreckign small trees, digging big holes, and terrorising the badgers and local wildlife, not to mention attacking farm animals! Hunting them is the most humain way of dealing with the prblem

But do you propose an out right ban on such things as haggis suppers and haggis neeps and tatties, or are you in favour of farming this nobel beastie. Surely you can't be in favour of locking the up.

Contrary to belief the humble haggis does not cause any real damage to the countryside.There is of course the craters left in the earth when the animal is in its death-throws (after being visciously battered around the head by some deranged hungry Scotsman,the animal kicks and squirms frantically in a circular motion), but these serve as watering-holes for the younger hen-haggi who welcome a drink of Scottish dew for themselves and their youngsters! I'm not for farming the poor wee beastie either but free-range haggi sounds to be more humane than things are at present.I'ts cruel and should be stopped now..
Chips and haggis just don't go together in my book,so yes ban all suppers..
Artisan.

perhaps some form of compromise could be reached whereby the clockwise and anticlockwise haggii were hunted in different seasons?

We wouldn't have all this trouble if the Berti Vogts hunting season hadn't terminated prematurely yesterday.

I agree with Ictaon and we could possibly make a separate season for the lowland haggis and another for the highland haggis.

Haggi, like grice, are notoriously difficult to cultivate in captivity. The problem stems from their wild and roving lifstyle. Up dell and down dale, sorry up brae and doon glen, from dawn till dusk they can sometimes be glimpsed scurrying along with that strange but familiar lopsided gate. Some maintain a new hinge would help but naebodies managed to capture one alive to try. Old Mrs Fraser from Tomintoul, when not clearing snow with her wee shovel, has managed to entice some juvenile specimens onto her croft. But no sooner do they settle when the haunting call of an alpha male, with drone and chanter, causes them to implode. Auck weeil, yours aye....

Haggi?

Hagges, surely? (third declension)

Noo noo dear boy, it's venacular parlance wee a drop a doric on the side

Do nae believe the English lies! Haggi like te be hunted!

Kill them all.

Count Zero, surely it's di'nae an no do nae?

Soitanly!

And has anyone ever tried to eat a farmed one? no flavour at all

well, they don't really respoind well to being buried in earth at the end of winter and then plucked out by their ends in august. Seems to leave them with a nasty attitude.

A Haggis is born with a nasty attitude!!!

I have to agree.The obvious lack of flavour is due to the fact that, by law, commercially produced haggis cannot contain the male genitaliaand wild haggis are 100% haggis meat.I shudder to think where all the extra bits
accumulate though,maybe they're all crushed and pureed and used as a secret ingredient for anti-wrinkle cream or something.The mind boggles!

Imagine how bad the haggis are where I am. There is no native haggi so the only alternative is farm grown genetically altered varieties so pumped up with hormones and stuck in wee boxes all their lives and farce fed. No flavour at all, I'll tell yeh.