Part of my ethic has always been to eat, or at least try to eat, whatever I hunt. A corollary to this is to not shoot at anything I don’t have an excellent chance of killing. I find this ethic getting stronger as I get older. At one time, I would take a shot at non-game animals, such as jackrabbits, if I had a chance. Then one day when I was elk hunting with my brother-in-law, we were comparing notes mid-day, and he asked me how my morning went. I told him I hadn’t seen any elk, but took a shot at a jackrabbit. He asked me why I did that, since I couldn’t eat it. It wasn’t in a mean way; I think he just wanted to know why I would do that. I didn’t really have a good reason, other than that I wanted to. Bunny rabbits are different; if I had shot a bunny rabbit, we would have cooked it right there for lunch. Something about that made me rethink my ethics, and now I don’t shoot unless I have a good reason. I suppose depredation of pests would be a good enough reason, but I haven’t been in a situation where I needed to depredate any pests lately.
I feel the same way about fishing. I went into a hot shot fly fishing store here in Sacramento to buy some flys for my wife before one of our backpacking trips. I, of course, wanted barbed flys because we would be fishing to eat on our trip. The salesman turned his nose up at me and said that they didn’t sell barbed flys there, as if I had asked for some fish poison. I told him I didn’t believe in torturing fish; I believed in eating them. Needless to say, neither one of us made a new friend that day. Walmart had barbed flys for sale.