I grew up in a part of America where hunting is a religion. School was always cancelled on the first day of deer season, and showing up to class muddied, camoflauged, and with animal blood on your clothes from skinning/cleaning was a typical occurrence. Shooting a 10-point buck at 7 years old (the first day you're allowed to legally hunt with parental supervision) was a right of passage for every young man.
Our fathers taught us one thing: If you kill an animal, you eat it. Period. It doesn't matter if it's a black bear or the neighbors dog, if you shoot an animal for sport, you clean it and you eat it.
There's no honor or sport in baiting a carcass to a tree and shooting a lion with a spotlight on it, and then discarding whatever couldn't be used as a trophy. He gives real hunters a bad name.
Our fathers taught us one thing: If you kill an animal, you eat it. Period. It doesn't matter if it's a black bear or the neighbors dog, if you shoot an animal for sport, you clean it and you eat it.
There's no honor or sport in baiting a carcass to a tree and shooting a lion with a spotlight on it, and then discarding whatever couldn't be used as a trophy. He gives real hunters a bad name.