shooting is often the only use the commuters/ green welly brigade have for the countryside. No, you can't save the countryside by turning it into an Archers theme park, with shoots and golf courses for the SUV mob
I dunno what sort of shoots you attend, but it ain't like that on mine. They tend to be run by and for local people of all backgrounds (though predominantly agricultural).
As for killing things for fun - that's a trickier one. I do enjoy shooting, but the actual killing of the quarry isn't the whole point. It's an area where loftier minds than mind have struggled, but I suppose one can see it as a connection in the Forsterean sense with one's quarry; an atavistic feeling, to be sure, but one which connects the table and the field with the eater and the hunter.
I don't get the same connection from standing in the meat aisle of Tesco (or Waitrose) and looking a pallid lines of shrink-wrapped carcasses which have emerged sanitised and stripped of all associations from some factory. Someone like Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall is probably better able to articulate this than me,
It's an area where, I fear, the shooter and the anti will never meet.