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With the exception of fishing, the only time I killed a larger animal, or a mammal, for that matter, was when I was around 12 years old, I think.
**Warning, some people may find this story a bit disturbing, I certainly did when I was 12...**
I was at our cabin shooting cans with a .22 revolver. While I was shooting, I heard a very strange, almost moaning noise coming not far from where I was in a field. I headed over to investigate, and found a doe who had been shot twice, but was still alive. One of the shots had damn near taken her leg off. I was horrified, and had no idea why anyone would be shooting at it, as it wasn't even hunting season. I slowly crept up to her and she just sat there and trembled. I held out my hand, and she licked it.
I put the revolver up to her forehead and pulled the trigger. I remember that the entire front part of my was covered in a really fine mist of blood - I felt like I would never be able to wash it off...
Needless to say, especially after that, I have never really been interested in hunting...
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