I eat a juicy ribeye steak. Even if the beast I'm partially consuming has been reared to the highest welfare standards, it's been torn away from its mother too early, a cruelty to them both, and has never known the natural life of an instinctive herd animal. It has been confined to an area convenient for the farmer, fenced in. It's quite likely that it's been pumped with antibiotics once or twice and been fed at least in part on artificial feed of a type that it would never eat in the wild, to make it grow faster. It's also likely that the land it's been reared on (no doubt "improved" by the addition of artificial nitrogen) could have produced far more food had it been put down to crops. At the end of its life it has been shuttled for miles in a dark lorry, quite likely along with a lot of other terrified animals, to a slaughterhouse in which it will smell the blood and hear the cries of other doomed beasts before its demise.   

Dan eats a venison steak from his moose. That beast roamed wild and free, eating natural food, enjoying life in its herd, in hills and forests and mountains that can't be used, thank goodness, for any other food production. It has never been confined or treated unnaturally in any way. One minute it's living its gloriously-free life, grazing on wild grasses in tbe sunshine, the next minute it's in heaven. I think that Dan has the ethical upper hand, way above mine.

The ethics of hunting are very simple. You don't take animals that are breeding or rearing young. I'm certain there are rules about all that. You kill them skilfully and instantly. You take only what YOU need. You don't kill animals that are endangered. You never kill just for fun. The only things you ever shoot that you won't eat should be clay pigeons. I've never held a gun of any kind in my hands in my life. But go, Dan, and keep on telling us.