I am just making sure another predator gets its, The sheepman's intentions with his lamb are precisely those of the coyote. He intends to eat his lambs or to sell them to someone else who will eat them. Elegant people sit down to dinner in jackets and gowns and, while their host carves a roast, they converse upon cultivated and moral themes. The polite butcher behind the counter in the grocery store, the beautiful packages of styrofoarn and clear plastic wrapping insulate people from the fact of their predation. There is an inevitable hypocrisy in the ethics of absolute devotion.
All life feeds upon other life.
When I returned to the United States following my mission, I expected to give up hunting, but when the second autumn came, I was in the mountains and have hunted and fished every since. I need to be a predator, at least occasionally. I need the counterbalance my predation gives me against the incessant call of self-sacrifice. Entering my childhood home this early morning, fatigued from travel, I seemed to drown in guilt, I seemed to suffocate beneath the recognition that I do not belong to myself. But my mood gradually changed.