Further to my earlier post: if by eating what we kill, does that make it right? Both seem like pointlessly pleasurable sporting indulgences to my mind, and although I might have sympathy for Inuit hunting rights (and suchlike) I could well sympathise with Billy Connolly in a recent episode of his new ITV series where having shot a seal dead in the water, the hunter's family proceeded to eat it raw. Culturally disposition, I guess, even though there have been times when I've cooked & eaten fresh (i.e. witnessed) road-kill (to boot: several rabbits, a hare, a nice fat pheasant and a muntjack deer) and great bloody fun & feasting it was too, but generally speaking I like my meat fresh from the butchers.