Lions don't race around the veldt chasing zebra, unless they're in need of a snack, at least. A school of sated barracuda will swim past you without taking even a nibble. And a man won't hunt unless he needs food for his family. Unfortunately, this last is no longer true. A human hunter no longer kills, only to put food on the table.
Man kills for sport.
For the challenge of pitting himself dangerous beasts, and killing them. Lions in Africa, tigers in India, polar bears in Alaska. In the hills, and narrow valleys around my home in Ibaraki, these brave practitioners of a time honoured tradition, pit themselves against the dangerous animals of Japan. You can see them on the back of a ten thousand yen note. Well, there is no actual record of a pheasant having pecked anyone to death, but it's a possibility that we who live in the countryside constantly live in fear of them.