For me it was the taste of vinison, and of course the commonly quoted word, comroderie (or however you spell that), running around in the woods with no one else around, the quiet (when lurking around), and the acrid smell of gunpowder and cordite.

I wouldn't say killing is fun. Shooting is fun, eating is good, the hunt is fun, but not really the killing. When I had a full freezer, I'd still hunt, just not shoot or otherwise kill, and I still had a blast.

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