Their is an island off the coast of my state called Prudence Island. Deer must be hunted or the whole herd would starve. They have strict limits and I know a few hunters who go, but bring back the deer for food. I understand how this is necessary, but hunting just isn't my thing. It's done mostly with bows and the thought of blood tracking a wounded, crying animal isn't my idea of a sport.
What they should do with that red nick singer is put the bastard in a electric fenced in area with hungry bears and see how he feels as the hunted one, with no escape.