There are few animals, resident to my state that I haven't at one time or another killed. I grew up in rural Arkansas, times were tuff, (50s) any game that I managed to kill was a welcome addition to the dinner table. I shot many skunks, the prime reason being that they were a prime carrer of rabies, and no, they were not included on the dinner table. Possums on the other hand were considered fairly good eat'n, raccoons on the other hand never agreed with me. Rabbits were delicious, as were squirrels, quail, soft shelled turtles, deer, ducks, geese, and the occasional dove. As the economy allowed, the hunting of necessity declined. I still love the hunt but the "need" to susceed has vanished. The areas I hunting in my youth are now shopping centers, manufacturing plants and communities. Hunting itself has changed dramaticly, corn feeders and food plots, scent-loc clothing and mechanical decoys, four wheelers and travel trailers have displaced wooden boats and a pair of oars, good ole shoe leather and britches that are no longer good enough for wearing to school constituted hunting wear. New fabric's that wicks away moisture, remain warm when wet and dry in minutes replaced two pairs of levis when it was bone chilling cold, lots of changes in the half century + that I have hunted. The question of what animal I would not kill, That goes to mans best friend, I just can't quite pull the trigger on a dog.