Ever feel guilty for shooting a rooster?

I have a quick story to add in. In the 80's my dad was shot by a close friend while hunting Ruffed Grouse. He put his gun down and started taking photos of game instead of hunting them. I remember him telling me there was something missing. Something was not fulfilled. It seems the camera didn't allow him to experience the closeness and connection with the game as he experience while hunting/harvesting game. He eventually picked the shot gun back up again and is still hunting to this day.

Thanks for sharing that, because I was thinking about trying to "hunt" with a camera this year.
 
It's been almost 40 years and I ain't felt bad about a single one yet. And the new hasn't wore off yet either!

I could not agree MORE! If I ever do start to feel like that...I'm sure the blisters on my feet and my aching back at the end of the hunt will more that cover up THOSE feelings! lol
Here is something a friend of mine posted in FB today...usually don't pay much attention, but this is funny....:thumbsup:

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I could not agree MORE! If I ever do start to feel like that...I'm sure the blisters on my feet and my aching back at the end of the hunt will more that cover up THOSE feelings! lol
Here is something a friend of mine posted in FB today...usually don't pay much attention, but this is funny....:thumbsup:

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I don't believe the discussion is related to "I just killed a sweat innocent pheasant or quail" guilt.

It seems more or less to be a case of slight remorse, or regret over actions. The actions of one instance, one moment, within a abyss of pheasant/game kills.

Actions that just seem slightly sub-standard next to the high standards we hunters tend to hold ourselves upon.

This is far more in line with a deeply rooted respect for the game we so love and respect than it is animal rights.;)
 
I don't believe the discussion is related to "I just killed a sweat innocent pheasant or quail" guilt.

It seems more or less to be a case of slight remorse, or regret over actions. The actions of one instance, one moment, within a abyss of pheasant/game kills.

Actions that just seem slightly sub-standard next to the high standards we hunters tend to hold ourselves upon.

This is far more in line with a deeply rooted respect for the game we so love and respect than it is animal rights.;)

My deepest apologies...I didn't realize I should go through "niceshot's" interpreter to post. Do you talk like that while you hunt??? Hehe, j/k. I'm just trying to make the best of a bad situation.
 
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I don't believe the discussion is related to "I just killed a sweat innocent pheasant or quail" guilt.

It seems more or less to be a case of slight remorse, or regret over actions. The actions of one instance, one moment, within a abyss of pheasant/game kills.

Actions that just seem slightly sub-standard next to the high standards we hunters tend to hold ourselves upon.

This is far more in line with a deeply rooted respect for the game we so love and respect than it is animal rights.;)

I think you hit it on the head for me. I do think that I have a little feeling of sadness that such a beautifull bird, that has avoided all other means of death, has been harvested by my actions. It does not stop me from hunting, and I doubt it ever will, but I hope I never lose that feeling. I think to some it is simply killing, others make it very personal between themselves and their quarry. I do not. I have a definate respect for the chase, and enjoy the time afield as much as anything.
 
Do you talk like that while you hunt???

LOL.....Okay, how's this instead;:D

Listen man. I mean dude!!! Cut some fellow hunters a little slack around here man! I mean what the heck. Animal rights stuff? Com-on man. Really? I just about spit my morning coffee up when I picked up on some "animal rights" undertones in a few of these posts!:eek: What is up with that:confused:

I mean, I can't take even hint of animal rights activists B.S. dude. Not even a hit! They drive me mad!:mad:

I just want to clarify that it's a respect for the game we hunt thing. That's all. Ain't saying we feel "guilty" in the sense you are thinking. No man. That's not it at all dude. It's just about feeling like maybe we shot up some fish in a barrel man on a bird or two.

How's that:D:cheers:
 
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In my Grampa's cabin was a plaque with a hunters prayer

Dear Lord,
Let me shoot clean and kill clean. If I cannot, please Lord let me miss clean.

In that light, there's always been one rooster I've felt.. should not have ended in my bag. My dog pointed him. Yet, I still missed the first two shots. The third shot brought him down, but I could tell he was not hit hard. When Ruby tracked down the bird, she went on point instead of trapping it. That should have been my clue. I reached into the grass and pulled the bird out. He was very much alive and did not find anything wrong with it. I really thought about letting it go, but didn't. I could not find anything that should have brought the bird down when I cleaned it. I suspect I only ruffled the wing feathers.

My conclusion was I had missed clean and should have let that bird go.
 
Once when I was very young I told my Dad that I felt a little bad for the grouse I had just taken. He quietly replied that it was probably appropriate to have some of those feelings. these critters are pretty special and I think everyone here shares a sense of admiration and awe for these species. If we didn't we could just go shoot chickens.

Hunting in Northern Minn. last weekend we got eight ruffies and when we missed the last two my Dad said ``leave `em be for seed for next year.'' That may or may not be biologically sound thinking but it made me feel pretty good watching them tilting off into the woods. Also made me feel less dumb for missing. See, I wasn't missing I was managing the flock:D
 
In my Grampa's cabin was a plaque with a hunters prayer

Dear Lord,
Let me shoot clean and kill clean. If I cannot, please Lord let me miss clean.


That is great. Thanks for sharing that.

I "hunted" with a camera all early PC season and had no problem with it. I enjoyed it immensely. The absolute best was when my little rescue dog (he was a dog I was fostering that ended up sticking around.. :) ) pointed a chicken. I couldn't have been prouder and happier with that dog.
 
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