Sister, I’ve hiked on the Rockies and the Appalachians. I grew up on a farm and saw the sun rise and set every day of my life, usually caring for the animals which I grew up with. I’m going to reach out and assume that you’re city born and raised. This isn’t an insult, but an observation. I grew up on a farm. We raised beef, pork and poultry. That is to say, we brought home calfs, piglets and chicks, raised them by hand and then butchered them when they were ready. In this manner we knew what was going into these animals, and we could be sure that they lived and died cleanly and well.
As a hunter, I know that the game that I take is a gift from God, and something not to be squandered by becoming just a trophy. I won’t kill something that isn’t going to find a good use. For me, it’s meat, bones and fur. I have to use atleast two if I’m going to hunt it.
As someone who grew up in deer country, I can tell you that winter is a hard, hard time for these animals. There is only so much forage to go around, and animals that aren’t fed will starve. A controlled, responsible culling of the herd allows the majority to survive instead of starving to death. It also helps keep the numbers on the road down. Thanks to responsible hunters in New England, we’ve gotten the deer down to a somewhat reasonable level. This has allowed other animals such as moose and caribou to return to the state. Keeping the number of Coyote down is allowing the native wolf and bobcat to return.
Every predator has a place in the order of things. As man, we are given stewardship over all the earth and everything in it. As we displace animals for farms and homes, it’s our responsibility to make sure that those creatures can continue to survive as a specie, and that their lives are not made into something which fails to glorify God. I can understand if you don’t hunt. I have many friends who believe that meat comes from the grocery store, and they’re quite happy with going that far. But I will say that there is no shame in killing an animal if you are going to make proper use of it. It’s how my ancestors fed their family, and it helped feed my siblings and me growing up.