Explaining the feeling of accomplishment of the harvest is an impossible chore for us. It has to be experienced. Do I enjoy the kill? Well, yes, but it isn't in the taking of life. it something deeper. I read a story in Backpacker (or Outside, or one of 'em) recently where the non-hunting author went on his first hunt, and tried to explain the pride and elation he felt when he was successful. He couldn't do it. Some people over-simplify it, and say killing is killing. Maybe the "tree-hugger" in the beginning of this thread now realizes it isn't as simple as he thought. Well done, Hubba!