I don’t like killing things. That may come as an unexpected confession from one who loves the sport of hunting, and has a somewhat precipitous body count in the area of squirrels and deer. I’ve got a lot of blood on my hands—not in the least figuratively. No more, though, than any regular consumer of meat. I don’t like killing things, but I don’t think twice about it. Every year, there’s a first blood. The hunting seasons take a siesta for the summer, and I join them, wet-wad