So, because I am a true hunter, not just a shooter, I only hunt sitting in my living room, while playing Wagner at full volume.
Now I have visions of helicopters (Apocalypse Now) in my head.
Feeders are a way of life in Texas, even out west where i really prefer to spot and stalk. But, on my tiny little plot of heavily brushed up land next to a big ranch, I have 2 feeders and stands and, yeah, I call it hunting. If you don't,. I won't bother to argue with you as you've likely no experience doing it and have no clue.
You have your mind set on the subject ant that's that.
Down here, feeders are a multi million dollar industry and feed corn is sold at convenience stores as well as Walmart and Academy and feed stores. Gas up and buy a hundred pounds of feed.
When I can, I like to walk and spot and stalk, but I can't around here. As I age, I am getting to the point that I CAN'T walk rough country the way I once could and I rather appreciate a swivel seat on a tripod.
You folks that think feeders aren't ethical, i guess you're just going to quit hunting when you can't get around like a youngster anymore? You gonna sit at home and talk about how it WAS back when you could go hunting? Not me. So long as I can climb that tripod, I'll be hunting. Duck hunting is getting harder and harder for me now days. There'll come a time, I guess, when I'll have to hire someone to take me out on the bay to a blind in an air boat, but I'm still able to hunt public land on foot, but it's getting harder and harder on me. Every morning when I get up, my knees snap, my back crackles, and my hip pops. Aging ain't for wimps.