You silly goose. My grandad caught me shooting sparrows when I was a kid, and grilled one and made me eat a piece. Not to knock his grilling, but that was awful... maybe just because I was mortified by the idea. Now, unless I have a real good reason, I won't shoot what I won't eat. I shot prairie dogs wholesale when I was a kid, but my granddad was a rancher and that was my job.