I wonder if our ancestors probably had the same problems as we do now. Some cavemen liked the thrill of the chase, big rock and small rock season, hunting over bait piles of old people, ("Old man Grog, go sit over there and wait!!") And 15 men waited, and when an animal showed up to eat his bait, they pummeled it with rocks. To gut or not to gut before eating. To use scents like, smelly old man or that time of the month woman must have drove them crazy. And god forbid we use that new gizmo, the spear. Then, they needed 3 seasons, god forbid, and it cut into their big rock, small rock season. And when man finally found out he could plant food, not just to eat, but to use as BAIT. WHooooaa, this calls for a new era, one where HE IS the Master, the ruler, the hunter. That's right, He's now the Master Baiter. Sort of makes ya wonder, doesn't it.
Sometimes we have to step back, take a time out, and realize nobody's right and nobody's wrong.