I will never again feel bad watching the hunting shows where a deer gets shot (I prefer the ones where the deer gets dropped where it stood - no suffering).
“Deer ain’t house pets” - that very old movie “The Yearling” proved that.
Re those hunting shows, they end with the triumphant hunter(s) holding up the wonderful rack of a suddenly dead deer.
My hunting show would BEGIN at that point, and the name of the show would be, “You Shot It, Now What Are You Going To Do With It?”
Well, it’s time to get out your knife, gut it, hang it up to bleed dry, butcher it (no quick trip to the deer processor), and finally skin it. All for the TV audience.
I mean, the best part of the hunt is putting venison in the freezer. A friend has already shot several does and spike bucks then said to me, “You can’t eat the antlers!”
“You can’t eat the antlers!”
True, never heard that before.