Different quarry obviously, but often the memory when you tip your hat to them and let them walk on by, is as good as the trophy on the wall or the meat in the freezer.Once went to deal with a brood of fox cubs one evening years ago, got in a nice spot overlooking the den, few cubs out playing , about 20 mins later the vixen came back to them, they all ran over and started suckling from her, i unloaded the rifle , watched them for ten mins and left quietly , just couldn't pull the trigger on them, just seemed wrong at that moment in time,

