I got a rabbit with an arrow when I was about 9 years old. It was sitting in a large discarded concrete drainage pipe which made it an easy shot. I shot it in its hindquarters and it ran, but our dog caught it in a matter of moments and brought it straight to my father. Rabbits scream terribly, and I'll never forget my father holding the writhing rabbit by its hind legs, and pausing for a moment to tell me that some fox hunters will record the scream to bring in fox. He then clubbed it hard against a tree. He dressed the rabbit and we went home and made a stew. My father was a hunter, and he taught me a lot about animals and their behaviors. I agree that if one eats meat, killing your own meal is a valuable experience. I fish occasionally, but don't hunt. I would consider going hunting again, but maybe to just to get close enough for a kill without following through. I don't really like the taste of wild game. It is an eye-opening way to interact with the world.