I don't kill animals because of video games.
I kill them because it's 5 a.m., the air is almost literally frozen, and the only sound for miles in any direction is the grass crunching as they come closer. The adrenaline pounding through your brain as you try to hold in your breath and wait until the moment is just right. The cold smell of rifle grease as you rise out of cover, take aim, and know the sound that will be that creature's last.
I also eat the thing, so whoever shot the critter and left it lying out is an asshole.
I kill them because it's 5 a.m., the air is almost literally frozen, and the only sound for miles in any direction is the grass crunching as they come closer. The adrenaline pounding through your brain as you try to hold in your breath and wait until the moment is just right. The cold smell of rifle grease as you rise out of cover, take aim, and know the sound that will be that creature's last.
I also eat the thing, so whoever shot the critter and left it lying out is an asshole.