Yes. That would be called photography. I have hundreds of wildlife pictures I've taken from the same treestand I use to hunt. My camera is a Canon but the scope on my Savage 7mm-08 is a Nikon.
Maybe I'm hanging around with the wrong guys but I really don't know anyone who hunts to satiate a blood lust.
There's a hundred emotions running through your mind when you aim your bow or gun at a deer. They are majestic creatures and the taking of their life is not something done haphazardly. You just don't start blasting away at it hoping you punch enough holes in it so it will die. I wounded and lost a deer several years ago. I spent over a day and a half looking for it. You cannot begin to imagine the sick, hollow feeling that puts in your gut. I'm sure there are so-called hunters who wouldn't even bother to look for a blood trail. I'm not one of those and neither is my hunting partner.
We do derive great pleasure from our marksmanship, woodsmanship and the whole deer camp experience. We hunt in the deer's natural environment. They live in the woods in all weather conditions. The advantage is to the deer. It takes a collection of various skills to put yourself in the place where you have a chance to harvest a deer. The enjoyment of hunting takes all those factors into consideration. I cannot divorce one facet of hunting and call it immoral.
I have the rack from 9-pointer mounted and hanging on the wall at camp. Nothing was wasted. The meat went in the freezer. The hide was donated to a local veteran's group. The feet were made into a gun rack. The antlers hang on the wall as a reminder of days well spent with my best friend in a 12x15 cabin in the woods.
Good post Padre, some people will never understand until they experience it. I miss the days I used to hunt.. but can you believe it, I went and got married during the first week of deer season!.. and I have only been deer hunting one time since...
Actually I used to like squirrel hunting more.. a lot of times just getting out into the woods.. sitting down at the base of a big Beech or Oak tree, and being as quiet as I could be in hopes of seeing a big ole red squirrel... But even those didn't go to waste.. .My aunts and uncles loved to eat the squirrel and so I got pretty good a skinning them out.. and then my aunt in Canton, Ohio wanted the heads because she loved to eat the brains. So we would ship them to her, or they would go into the freezer until she came home.
I still miss those early October days on Grandpa's farm.. going back in the hollar behind the barn... sitting there with my great grandpa's 16 guage Winchester listening to the squirrels bark at me, just waiting to see one run out a limb so I could shoot it. I still remember the first time dad took me hunting.. I was around 10... and he taught me the week before how to handle a 410 shotgun.. we got up early got into the woods on the side of the mountain behind my Aunt Maes and I remember watching the sunrise...
Then listening to nature... then the squirrels, turkeys, pheasants... ground squirrels, and even a coon that day...
I never got anything that day, but I think dad got 2 squirrels. But I still have a souvenir from that day ~ a scar!.. That's right.. .while on our way back from the hunt, we were crossing a barbed wire fence, and I ripped the back of my pants leg behind my knee, and cut myself... not bad.. just a scratch, but it scarred.. and every time I see that scar, it reminds me of my first hunt with my dad...
Another time Dad put me on a rock clifff just below an old haul road while we were deer hunting.. and he told me to stay there, and he would run a deer over me... he went out around the hill... trying to spook a deer my way.. and lo and behold, there came a 4 point buck out the haul road just trotting along... It got to the place where I could shoot it, and BANG.. I shot.. and it started charging at me!.. .It jumped over the cliff beside me just 5 feet away!.. I had to track that thing.. all day!.. never got it.. but met another hunter a 1/2 mile down the hollar that was dragging a 4 point out!.. .I still think he got my deer... but OH well...
See those are memories I will always have.. .That is the joy of hunting.