I guess this is the feeling (remorse) I feel after taking a deer. It's a kind of sadness in a way. I've often thought as I kneel next to a deer, that I wished I could let it get one year older. Sire more bucksor have another fawn.
But at the same time I know that killing that deer is the way God intended me to use this creature.
That feeling lasts from the time I take the shot until the time I start celebrating.