I grow up like this. It was normal. 
You should carry a lot of respect and be sure about your shot, the animal should not suffer. I wasn’t allowed to shoot obviously, but I helped carrying and slaughtering. And you spend a lot of time just observing nature. 
My grandparents still slaughter their gooses and ducks. They put much work and love into them the whole year, it’s not easy to end a life, but they do it, when they were young, they had to do it, they grow up like this. 

Today? I couldn’t do this anymore. 

Maybe nostr:npub1pr26u9sy7pjkvhyeha3udd7e5xx7vsdju3h46f397zhzr3aufysqf3h8g9 wants say something?