Growing up in Northern Michigan, I wouldn't be able to tell you how many times I've been asked if I hunt or not. I went to school in a small farming town that had to close school on November 15th every year because so many students were in the woods on opening day. So when I was asked whether or not I hunt, a already felt like I needed to say yes to fit in with the other guys, but my birthday also happens to be November 15th. But due to family rules, I never was able to take up hunting. So basically, when I was a young lad, I thought I should hunt and felt insecure about the fact that I didn't. Fast forward to young adulthood, and it's pretty much the same story, working in a blue collar environment, hunting and fishing was just as common.
When I reflect on that now, if your break that down, I let the majority around me decide for me if I felt like I should kill a deer or not. And that seems kind of crazy to me. My opinion today is I just don't have any use to kill a deer, I'd probably have nightmares about it, I have zero interest in the gutting process, and there's store all over the place.
The only way I see myself killing a deer intentionally is if it were some evil, evolved or mutated, terminator deer sent back from the future to hunt down humans born on November 15th, and even then, I picture myself just using a big knife, a headband, and some face paint.
Honestly, this isn't the first time I've thought of this...