I regularly partake in the sport of deer stalking.
It's enjoyable. Me, pitting 30 years of stalking experience (most of which honed in the Army), against Mother nature and x-Million years of evolution.
I have spent days tracking a single Stag across moors. Crawling on my belly, sometimes not moving for hours at a time. It's exciting, it's primeval. It's ****ing fun!
Sometimes, I don't even fire my rifle. No kill, but the reward was in the 'hunt'. The chase of the beast. I've crawled my way to within feet of deer before, undetected. It's pitting your own taught skills against the very unpredictable essence of mother nature.
I have probably shot over a thousand animals in my life, every one died instantly, before the body hit the deck in most cases. If anyone got a problem with that, but continues to eat meat, they are a hypocrite and should be shot in the face and removed from the human gene pool PDQ, tbh. The meat you eat, purchased from Asda/Tesco/wherever, comes from animals slain by means far less 'humaine' than an experienced huntsman and a well-placed shot. The meat I provide, was 'gained' through far humaine means than ANY meat you can buy from any of the top shops. FACT.
Then again, in my time in the forces, I've hunted humans too. Believe me, nothing comares to hunting human.
What I find interesting is this: most of the time, I view the animal I'm stalking - my potential kill - higher than some of the human 'animals' I've 'stalked' in my life.
Remorse, that's a woman thing. Real men just reload and move on.