This morning, the boys went out to my mom's house to practice their compound bow. Joshy has his own bow and Uncle Ross was ever the patient teacher. They shot at a fake deer made of who knows what. I haven't been close enough to inspect. Still, I much rather the "fake" than the real. Not because of any animal right sensibilities (definitely pro hamburger and bacon) but the idea of having to turn a carcass into deer steaks. Even the image of peeling back the skin or whatever it is you do to get the meat out. Only if there was no other way to get food, including the option to feast on dead party member's bottoms. 
There is just something about a man with a weapon in his hand. Look at my John Nathan. Protecting us from Medieval Savages. Any closer era and the gun powder/atomic weapons win. 
