My father hunted birds in the early 1900's with his older brother, and an uncle via marriage did too, a guy I also respect. The uncle was a desert explorer, who when I was three or four, taught me how to churn ice cream; I still have his rock collection. I understand. I just couldn't imagine myself shooting a bird, and this was early '40's.
I sold my father's collected couple of old rifles to Abercrombie, likely way less than their worth.
So, I'm way out there in woo woo to some, re the hunting for sport thing. I sort of get culling as an idea, the damned deer in the roads, but am no on it. Drive carefully.