Personally, there's no moral or ethical issue at stake, nor do I think the whole thing is just mass chaos waiting to happen (simply because there can't be all THAT many blind people in TX that have the overwhelming urge to go hunting). It's more of an "I don't get it... WTF?" thing.
Much like the blind hunter and the deer, I don't see the point. I can't fathom what anyone would get out of that.
For me, the enjoyable aspects of hunting are the camping, the tracking of an animal, and the marksmanship. Well, and the eating of said aminul.
Ok, so Blind Guy (whom I'll henceforth call Ted for no particular reason, and no offense to anyone who is either blind and/or named Ted) wants to go hunting. He gets his permits, etc, gets his sighted guideperson, takes his seeing-eye dog and off they go into the Texas Hill Country. Arriving at their spot, they set up camp and while Sighted Guy (henceforth known as Bill) starts making dinner, he tells Ted to go check on the deer-feeder and see if the there's any recent tracks.
"Bill, you tard, I'm blind. How would I know?"
"Oh, right. Ok."
So, after spending the evening trading stories and drinking a few beers, they pack it in for the night. Bright and early the next morning, off they go.
Sadly, there are no deer.
This goes on for two days.
On day 3, Bill and Ted are beginning to get annoyed at the lack of deer. Bill says" T'hell with this" and finds an "acceptable" buck, says "Oh look, there's a deer! Kill it!", runs over to Ted, tells him when the red dot is over the heart/lung and says "Ok, fire".
Ted does so, the rifle report scares the crap out of his dog who runs away but is still tethered to Ted. This causes Ted to whirl around offbalance and accidentally shoot Bill, which scares the crap out of the poor dog even further. Meanwhile, Ted is trying to regain his balance but in so doing discharges another round which, by sheer bad luck, penetrates his truck's gas tank and sparks from the interaction of the copper/tungsten jacketing ignites the gasoline fumes thus causing the truck to explode, turning Ted's sight-dog into a charred mass.
So, now poor Ted's stuck out in the middle of nowhere, dead deer, dead Bill, dead dog, dead truck and no way home. So he wanders around, tripping over cactus and getting mesquite branches up his nose until he freezes to death.
I hope you lawmakers are happy.