Holly, I, too was raised with animals we fed to be butchered. We knew that that was what they were for, to provide the family with meat (protein). When we hunted, we were not going to always be able to provide table fare. The reason we went hunting wasn't for lack of food but, a change of diet. Chicken is great but,Quail is a treat. So is duck, pheasant,dove and ,in the old days,wild pidgeon. Sometimes you harvested game and sometimes you didn't, depending on the craftiness of the game,or the not so "dead-eyed" skill of the hunter. Whether or not anyone killed an animal, the total experience was embedded in our memory forever. I still have the memories of deer hunting with mt Mom and Dad,Grandpa and Uncle. Salami, French bread,mustard and a short Coors beer can was a lunch to die for. In High School I got into hunting hounds. Coon, cat, lion and bear were the targets of our hunts. Some were a success, some were not but , it was the walks in the fog shrouded hills of Monterey County early in the morning that I recall more than the game we treed ( and a lot we left in the tree). Oh the teenagers we got to follow those dogs. Most, one time only. These memories fill my mind and that means more than filling my freezer. However, if you'd like to send a couple of your ducks my way...