I hunt 30 days per year and might kill one buck every three years on average. Killing stuff seems repugnant now for the sake of just killing, unlike when I was 18. Back then I shot 3 deer per year, two turkeys, hundreds of armadillos, and gobs of rabbits & varmints per year.
Now, I try like hell to get a bull elk every year and a big buck but fail on average.
It has to take my breath away now for me to pull the trigger on it. I would rather get up, make coffee, take a drive to the farm, crawl up in my stand and sip mocha while I watch a sunrise and anticipate the arrival of mr big.
I guess that's why I find canned hunts, or even hunting any species on the decline to be personally unsatisfying and slightly vile.
