Kinda funny how many have said they shot a bird in their youth, just to see if they could, then felt horrible.
That’s exactly what I did!
my dad gave me the task of thinning the chipmunk herds with my new to me Marlin 780, as he was building our house when I was 10. I was doing pretty good and didn’t feel too too bad about the pests.
But that bird changed me.
I quit sniping the chipmunks for a long time.
But I started again after having to tear the HVAC out of a couple cars because of their nests! Little b@$t@rds!
I put the fear of man back into them again for sure.
But I still felt bad. So, I hardened the cars (and house) so they can’t get in, and now we have peace again.
Mouse in the garage? Dead. Flies and moths? Good sport with the bug-a-salt. Spiders? I take them outside.
Besides the vermin and pests, and the one wounded deer; I figure if I kill it, I should eat it. Just a waste otherwise, and not very good stewardship.