We don’t shoot cows; we keep them in corrals so just conk them on the head then slit their throats. There’s no sport in sticking a pig, crowded in its sty, or grabbing a roosting hen. You don’t need to track or stalk a goat; it’s curious and will come to you looking for a treat. Sheep are too docile. Horses too friendly. Big white turkeys or geese with wattle or waddle are too silly. What’s the sport in killing unless the animal is dangerous and able to defend itself, or frightened and able to run away?
Hunter, Hunted