I was taught that if you kill it you clean it and eat it.

I was once in a line with two others, walking through a cornfield on a nippy November day. Suddenly we were attacked by a vicious, rabid, cow patty -- a fairly fresh one! Yes! A fresh Meadow Muffin! I whipped up my single-shot 12 gauge shotgun and put a load of #6 shot into it! Never do this -- you don't get any on you, but it spatters in a V shape onto the people on your right and left (in this case, Jim and Steve respectively). Fortunately for me they forget the "You shoot it, you eat it" rule. My ancestry, personal hygience, morals or lack thereof, and probably place in the afterlife were thoroughly discussed, however.

It's hard for urbanized folks to realize that there are still people who hunt for food. Many I know, including the pastor the local Catholic parish, do. And they will turn in a poacher or trespasser or someone like the person (if I can use that noun) who trespassed on Olddude.