Allow me to clarify a bit.  About ten years ago, I broke a catfish’s (yeah, Geno, I know catfish ain’t kosher but it’s goooood) jaw while trying to get the hook out of its leathery face in the wee hours of the night (sorry wispy ones present, & yes I have gone around and around with the notion of hooking a perfectly content swimming creature).  Long story short:  Took the fish home, filleted it, skinned it, prepared it, and, for the first time ever, …it sucked; not just sucked but tasted *wrong.  I believe by causing that cat the suffering I did by (accidentally) busting its jaw, it and I tainted its flesh.  A hook in the lip, some discomfort and a battle of tools and wherewithal; broken jaw, yikes! pain and suffering galore.  I don’t know, perhaps it was sick to begin with and that’s why it’s bone cracked so easily, but I’ve gone with the former.  & this is why that video has effected me; shocked me back into reality.  There are those who would never, not in their entire lifetime, eat the meat of an animal that was tortured, abused, not slaughtered in a ceremonial killing by a certified (spiritually bona fide) butcher who has taken a solemn oath to slay the animal quickly and personally after it was raised in a healthy and relatively comfortable environment.   That alone takes a great deal of stones and grit and a sense of consideration, that alone is very close to the techniques my Lenape great grandfathers used when taking an animal from the earth.  & nothing less should be the norm, IMHO.  To understand this in even greater detail, please read the Introduction of Tom Brown’s Field Guide to Wild Edible and Medicinal Plants. 

…Be well all, as will I try….