Really, I do love Spam and Eggs 8^).
I'm pretty sure I have not met any inner beast. I would rather think my human mind digests information from each woods trip, and each hunting foray, and helps apply that to the overall experience.
We are what we are, reasoning, sentient beings, that have differing needs in our lifestyles. The person who hunts still maintains enough of the hunter's spirit to know he is part of a bigger role than that of one who plops his arse on a lounge chair every evening after his workday expires and the weekend comes.
I think if I am guided by anything, it is by my past experiences and those who were involved in allowing, and encouraging me to be a hunter. Those people remain in my heart and mind and will be there until I cross over. Those are my inner beasts. Well, maybe "inner bests."