I was taught the basics of hunting as a kid, but never really got into it. Eating a rabbit it one thing, but I never enjoyed the concept of blowing it away with a gun, disemboweling the corpse, and skinning the carcass.
There was this one tangerine tree. It was a different variety from any of the others. It was taller, and the tangerines were much larger and sweeter. So many time's I'd be at the top of the ladder, leaning as far out as I could to pick a perfect one, only to have it collapse in my hand because one of ETR's relatives had hollowed it out from the other side.
It was a little wasteful not eating the squirrels, but I wasn't hunting for meat, I was defending the crops from pests.