When I was a kid my neighbour had an air rifle. It had a telescopic sight and it all seemed very grown up to me aged about eight or nine. He liked to shoot animals for fun. The fun for him was hitting the target which affirmed his skill in shooting accurately. He would get upset if it was not a clean headshot for two reasons. Reason 1) he had been off target and Reason 2) He had left the animal to potentially suffer before it died.
One day he let me have a go, probably thinking I couldn't hit a barn door with a baseball from 10 yards. I did not even think about the animal which was a small flying blip in the telescopic sight. As it moved into the cross hair I pulled the trigger and saw the flight halted and the black blip plummet. My neighbour patted me on the back and said 'nice shooting'. I just felt cold though. I had just killed something. It didn't seem so difficult to line something up in a crosshair and pull a trigger. I remember feeling sad for at least a couple of days thinking how that bird could still be flying and sucking juicy worms out of the ground.
No, i wouldn't shoot a bunny for fun.
peace
c20
One day he let me have a go, probably thinking I couldn't hit a barn door with a baseball from 10 yards. I did not even think about the animal which was a small flying blip in the telescopic sight. As it moved into the cross hair I pulled the trigger and saw the flight halted and the black blip plummet. My neighbour patted me on the back and said 'nice shooting'. I just felt cold though. I had just killed something. It didn't seem so difficult to line something up in a crosshair and pull a trigger. I remember feeling sad for at least a couple of days thinking how that bird could still be flying and sucking juicy worms out of the ground.
No, i wouldn't shoot a bunny for fun.
peace
c20