This may well be a controversial comment on my part, but here it is: If you have been so close to death from illness, and are in the twilight of your years as I am, recognizing how precious a thing life is every day - every sunrise, every sunset, every laugh, meal, and musical note - does it not strike you as just a touch incongruous that you would spend that precious time looking to kill another living thing that is not representing either a nuisance or a threat? Your post just struck me as odd. When younger, the same question applies, but the likelihood of needing a hunting skill for survival or to feed a family is much higher - so it is far more understandable. As we approach the final curtain - at least I find it true in my case - I find that I get great comfort from watching the celebration of life that is everywhere among living things. Please don't take this as an insult; it is only a reflection on the mystery of how we think.