I am as nauseated as most are by the sickening killing of Cecil.
When I was growing up in Southern Rhodesia ( now Zimbabwe) in
the early 50s I had a class mate who's father was a professional
hunter in Portuguese East Africa ( now Mozambique)
The boy was held in awe because of the activities of his father and we
couldn't wait to hear stories of his exploits.
How ashamed I now feel but, right or wrong, that was then and
thank goodness we now see the barbarism of slaughtering innocent
animals.
We can't turn the clock back but it I wish I had been more aware but
at 15 in that era I try to tell myself it was understandable?