For gosh sakes, don't shoot the thing. A friend tells me they taste like river mud and are totally unsuitable for the table.
I have a big heron who sort of hangs in my back yard on our lake. He is a sweetie. He could be pukin's heron's first cousin. I vote to spare him.
Pukin, now you couldn't kill a sweet ole boy like that heron. And really, who cares about fish anyway.