Armours up for this post....
I live in a very rural area, lots of woods and hills etc. prime wildlife area. So much so that when I tell someone who is a hunter where I live you can almost see them salvitate...LOL....thats salvitatating is because they know its prime hunting land both because of the area, but also that the land owners on this hill do not allow hunting...or hunting by outsiders anyway, a few of the land owners do a little hunting themselfs or allow 1 special relative or friend the priveledge....and those who are allowed to is someone who would indeed be hunting for food, not just a trophy snatcher...anyway....as you can see I/we are are not blood thirsty "Kill Em All" types, but let me tell you something that may <or may not> make sense...as mans appetite for developing land both for commercial and private dwellings, we have greatly reduced the natural living areas for wildlife, and that natural living area includes their food sources as well as the ability to dwell in smaller herds, or spread those herds out as they once use to, which can be mother natures natural quarantine and disease control mechanism. So some amount of hunting is necessary to help keep those herds thinned, while I hope that hunting is for food, I do understand the need for some it.
You will find very few hunters here that will slay an animal and take the trophy parts, antlers-hide, and leave the rest to rot, even those who do not eat the meat themselfs, will usualy take it to a butcher and have it processed and then donate the meat to food banks or individuals who need it or will eat it.
Yes I have often had some chuckles myself at beast gets man...I still tease my son-in-law whom we granted permission to hunt here one year, I kept telling him of all the deer I have that come right up in my yard, So one night he comes over and spends the night so he can get his tree stand up the evening before and be out there at like 4 am or whatever ungodly hour it is they go out.
It of course was cold and drizzling, perfect miserable contions.. well as he sat out there catrching his death of a cold, I sat here at my puter<warm and dry> and watched the deer come up and play and gleen my garden of the last of its corn .....as I peered on out into the woods remembering he was out there and I had heard no shots fired, I saw his cold dripping mass standing at the edge of the woods shaking his head and mouthing unmentionables at my deer.....they snorted back at him and continued to eat peacfully.....I had told him no need to go to the woods, just find a hiding place on the patio, of course he didn't believe me or listen.....