Tough to be part of the convo when your experience dates back to the early 70’s. Back then the wildlife authorities would drop dynamite on the elk herds to break them up rather than allow poachers to slaughter them. I’m talking the New Mexico side of the Co/NM border on the east side of the Rio Grande.
Ha Ha them was the good old days! Used to see small planes with tape over the tail numbers (day before season opener) circle low into the timber basins followed by loud explosions. Opening morning crack of dawn sounded like WWIII. Rest of the trip would be hauling quarters. These days you could go back to the same general area and never find a track in three days.
