When i think about the many deer i have killed with both gun and bow, i seem to remember each and everytime i had a moment of silence eithout even thinkin about it. When i approach a downed animal i always feel a sense of accomplishment but at the same time i feel as though i some how taken the soul of that deer and have begun to carry it with me, because in my memory i now posses that animals last moments on this earth. So killing? Yes, but not forgetting, forgetting is murder.