When I was a young boy I spent the night with a city boy class mate and we were out plinking around in his back yard with our BB guns. A BlueJay landed in the neighbor ladys back yard andI shot and killed it. I heard this awfull scream and the lady came out clearly in distress and crying. It was the wrong thing to do but even as an 8 year old boy I never forgot the pain I had caused her. ( and the ass whopping I got from Dad) As I grew older and thought about the expierence I realized she loved the bird (animals) as much as I did hunting and eating them. Call it PC or what ever you want butif I'm inpresence of someone that doesn't believe in hunting I will consider their feelings before I open my fat mouth.