I was fortunate enough to shoot a doe on Friday evening. I saw her, planned my stalk, carried it out to the best of my ability and when in a firing position steadied myself, careful of technique, my breathing, my background, squeezed the trigger gently. The doe dropped where she stood. I gralloched her and carried her back to the car and then back home where I could finish the preperation of the beast as I was selling her.
In the larder at the customer my eye was drawn to 3 sorry looking beasts that were hanging together. In fact I smelt them before I saw them. Every one had been gut shot, in one case twice. They were undersize and had been butchered in the gralloching and skinning process. No attempt had been made to clean them and parts of the throat etc were still hanging from them.
This has been under my skin now for a few days and I need to get it off my chest. I was taught over many years how to stalk, about nature, my surroundings and my quarry. As a result I understand the responsibility I have as a stalker that when I take a life I must do it to the best of my ability, use all my skills, in order that the beast, who's life I have taken, does not suffer. Are my values old fashioned ? Are we to become what the anti shooting brigade say we are, mindless idiots running around in the countryside, dressed in camo shooting anything that moves as long as we can turn a coin ?
I for one find the utter disrespect shown to those beasts in that freezer abhorant and for people who take life in such a casual and thoughtless manner I have nothing but contept.
Rant over, feel better now.