I helped clean a moose once. That cured me from big game hunting. 400lbs of moose guts is a sobering sight.
I didn't feel sorry for some moose. I felt sorry for me. I quit playing deerstalker. I didn't hunt small game long after, because I moved from the hunting paradise of America to California.
I still love to fish, and I eat what I fish for. I might be friendly to a fish, but the fish are here for me, and not me for the fish.
Now I gotta go siphon fish poop . . . and . . . I feel that cognitive dissonance coming on already.