I woke up depressed so went out to kill. I eat met rarely now but couldnt help shooting a woodpigeon through the head. He fell in the river so I drove round and stealthily worked my way through the field and trawled th dead bird in with a stick. Happil sat with full belly now. As I eat I think of the animals life and the whole process. I can't deny I enjoy hunting but it takes a spiritual journey to kill and eat.
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