When I was very young, my desire to kill animals was only exceeded by my desire to copulate. When I killed a deer and brought home the meat, the satisfaction was indescribable.
When I killed a cardinal or a bluejay, I enjoyed making the shot, but there was a tiny voice telling me that it was wrong.
So tiny, it hardly bothered me at all.
As I grew older, the thrill of bringing home meat increased, as I began to appreciate the effort involved in feeding a family. The tiny voice grew louder, as I began to value life. One day, my conscience simply would not be denied.
I made a living for 20 years as a professional fishing guide, and 5 years before that as a hunting guide, part time. When I ran my charter boat in the Gulf, we killed fish wholesale, but we stayed within legal limits and size restrictions, and I filetted every single fish back at the dock.
Some days, that would be 56 Red Snapper, 16 King Mackerel, and all the dorados we could slaughter!
Now, I'm just a salesman.
But since I own no livestock, I don't shoot predators. No cats, dogs, coyotes, bears, foxes, or any other animal that possesses two eyes that look due North at the same time.
I figure, they're just trying to make a living and raise some young'uns.
Just like me.