It's not about culling! Its about killing a one of a kind majestic animal.

I used to live to hunt, but in November of 1982 I shot a deer and it didn't drop in its tracks, which they seldom do, so I tracked the blood trail and when I found it, it was lying down, unable to rise. As I approached it looked at me with those big brown eyes and I have never hunted since.
Anyone who calls me a "Poofta" is asking for it.