Nope, you're not a wuss.
I hunted some when I was younger -- I went for Deer and Duck every year. I took the occasional duck (and my Dad has the BEST recipe for duck), but year after year never got a Deer. One year we finally did. I didn't feel bad about killing it, but I didn't get off on it. After that, I haven't been deer hunting again. It's not that I was put off or anything, but I did accomplish what I set out to do, and I was okay with that for a while.
I'd actually like to go again, now that it has been a while.
But on to the wuss thing: No, you're not a wuss. Killing isn't a pleasant thing. I posted this thread a long time ago, and it helped me think through the killing thing.
http://www.thehighroad.org/showthread.php?t=34469
Basically, my buddy and I were shooting. We saw a rabbit and he said "let's get it!" I didn't even think about it... The rest is in that thread. I still feel badly about that.
No, killing is not fun, and killing is not pretty. Killing for recreation is a disgusting thing, as I have learned for myself (again, read that thread), but killing in general is part of nature. I don't particularly enjoy it, but I do see it as a part of life, in a sense.
On top of it all, it's an incredibly profound learning experience to kill something that you're going to eat. It's emotionally unsettling, and -- funny thing -- after you've killed that animal, cleaned it, and cut it into meat, you're not so hungry anymore. Everyone should experience that at least once.
I'm also quite fond of animals and consider myself as something of an animal lover -- as a matter of fact, I saw a Mallard Hen with seven little ducklings trying to cross a road the other day that just about melted my heart... it's hard to think that those are the animals that I like to eat. Life is a hard game to play.
My big exception is insects and bugs of any kind. Kill all of the little buggers. Maybe that's why I like "hunting" mormon crickets so much.
Okay, enough rambling.
Wes