We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
In many areas, there is no limit on Snow Goose hunting. Gosh, I have had a few times in Manitoba when they came into our field like a blizzard. Just before dawn, before it's legal to fire your shotgun, a few begin descending on you like big moths in the dark but when dawn breaks they come in by the hundreds or even thousands.
It is thrilling.
I recall one amusing moment when one flew out of the back of the truck. I guess he was only grazed and escaped his doom.
I don't have a good photo of me with my buddies with a pile of Snow Geese. It's just as well because it can look like an unsporting massacre. I have chowed down on plenty of them, and used them in Cassoulet too. The only issue is that the breast meat can be tough unless prepared properly. That applies to all wild geese including the delicious Canada Goose.
I noted the somberness of that effort in your report. Somewhere, I suspect treating lambs, cows, and chickens like industrial refuse also falls into the category of ethical responsibility, generally more so on the traditional G-d-fearing right than the left, interestingly. (The fact the latter are goofy notwithstanding.)
I just find it hard to reconcile, say, the Sunday Psalmist's mind-numbing fear at his deadly, shadow-of-death opposition a couple thousand years ago with dropping a few thou to jet up to the lodge to have a ball blowing piles of creatures out of the sky for sport and because you can make a nice gravy.