Tell you what when I was little we lived and breathed to take our bb guns out.
We weren’t supposed to but we would shoot songbirds given the chance. Got in trouble around the neighborhood, hiding out in the hedges and lilac bushes trying to shoot somebody’s purple martins etc.
Pretty dumb.
But we all grew up shooting and at times we kind of went astray.
Then for years I hunted everything that was legal to shoot. Couldn’t get enough of it. Years and years of that, pheasants, grouse, partridge, ducks, geese, deer, antelope, cottontails, squirrels, coyotes.
Always ate everything except of course the coyotes.
Then suddenly the bloodlust ceased, just simply left me. And now I will hunt only an elk cow every year or two, ‘cause I love the meat, and will shoot skunks and other critters that might bother my cats.
Also I will shoot every vicious murdering wolf I possibly can, though they are hard to come across.
I am familiar with the concept. The older I get the less I want to see anything die, especially at my hand.
When I was a kid we were told we had to eat anything we shot with our BB guns. A friend of mine told me he and his buddy shot a couple of Blue Jays once out in the yard and his dad made them dress them and his mom cooked them up and he had to eat one. Never shot another non game bird.
My Gamo is only good out to about 50 yards. We use it to control the squirrel population in our yard.
[[Always ate everything except of course the coyotes.]]
Coyotes aint bad when prepared right- never had it myself, but ‘dog’ is a delicacy in many areas- Also cats like bobcat, mountain lion, some folks eat- I couldn’t stomach that though