My old barber goes hunting every weekend. Is it for sport or for population control?
I like my meat (wink wink), but killing animals just for the hell of it is something I've never quite understood. If it's for food or population control, then I get it.
I remember my dad skinning a few hares, that an acquaintance shot, in our backyard. Intestines are loooooooooooong. Because of the ammo used, we had to be super careful eating it and watch out for bits of it. Bit silly.
I also remember a lot of chickens being slaughtered at an old farm next door. White chickens. Yeah... Big ole pile of bloody chicken heads next to the chopping block. Headless chicken corpses flapping their wings. Some running around the courtyard because they actually escaped the bucket. That was equally funny and scary. Bloody streams running all the way down the farm yard.
Yeah... I'm going to fry me some nuggets.