I feel that animal cruelty is immoral but I don't consider all types of hunting as animal cruelty and I don't consider butchering animals to support my/our carnivourous desires to be cruelty. I grew up doing some hunting and can directly relate to the hunting stories above, but I haven't hunted in years, even though without my suggestion both of my boys seem interested in trying hunting and shooting. Even though I grew up in a blue collar neighborhood in Philadelphia, we often got chickens fresh butchered and roasted at a nearby place where as kids we'd watch them chopping the heads off and the associated chicken antics. I did plenty of fishing and cleaning my own catch; most fish I've done was when we caught a few hundred blow fish in a day and cleaned them all ...lots of blood and guts there since a good cleaning involves turning that fish inside out using his loose skin. I felt sorry for catfish I caught when I took a bus home with the fish in hand, still alive even after more than a half hour walk from the pond then more than an hour bus ride home, and it was still alive when I was ready to clean it
^^^ that coon story is one I can relate to. I live in PA just outside Phila so it's not very rurual and shooting is not allowed in the township. A few years ago in mid afternoon, a racoon was trying to get into my second floor bedroom from the front porch roof. My wife screemed, so I ran down from my home office where I was working to see what's up. By this time the racoon was wandering away on the roof, I saw it stopped and was swaying back and forth and looked strange and sort of unusually glassy eyed, so I was also concerned about rabies which was getting more prevalanet at that time. I called the police who said they'd come right over, so I went outside with a long shovel in my hand to make sure I knew where the coon was going. I didn't leave my front yard by the time the first cop showed, who immediately told me that he's waiting for the township police supervisor who is the hot shot who prefers to do the shooting in these situations. He showed up a minute later, pulled out his revolver and shot the coon. They sent the body or brain off for analysis and got back to me a couple weeks later saying it had distemper but not rabies.