Nothing wrong with killing game

EVERY few years I’m trundled out to defend fieldsports; to celebrate and defend the great love that, increasingly, dare not speak its name.

Each time I ask myself the same questions — is it morally permissible to kill an animal to eat it? Is the joy of the chase a perversion? Are the traditions and responsibilities involved just a veil to hide unspeakable cruelty?

It’s over 40 years since I first shot and fished and today I’m more secure than ever in answering those questions in a way that allows me indulge the sports I love.