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Odd, I apologized to it before I put it down...even with all my years hunting...just shooting a downed cow seemed...dunno.
Man... I know what you mean. I used to bird hunt on my buddy's place and there were runnning about 100 head of cattle. The little calves weren't really cows to me... they were like puppies. They would follow us around, eat out of our hands, and run and play with their gangly legs flying. Worse, their large-brown-eyes-to-face ratio is way off. Does any other animal have bigger brown eyes than a small calf?
When they are fully domesticated, they rely on you to take care of them. Walking up to an animal that trusts you and doesn't struggle while you put a bullet in him is hard. Having him look at you with their big brown eyes full of complete trust while you pull the trigger and (hopefully, quickly) kill them is harder.
I was out for a day of shooting birds and barbecue/beer and the ranch hand that took care of the place came up to us and asked us if "putting down one of the sick animals" was going to bother our hunting. It was midday, so not a problem for us. He walked over to a smaller part of the herd, pulled out a calf and walked him well away from his mother, over by us.
The calf walked peacefully beside him, and they stopped by his truck. All of this was now right by us where we could see everything. The cowboy dropped the small harness rope he put on the calf and the animal just stood there and looked at him, unconcerned, waiting to see what was next. He took a pistol out of his belt and shot him in the head. The calf fell over stone dead on a large triple folded tarp. We used the tarp to help pick up the animal and put him in the back of the truck. We slammed the tailgate home, and he drove off. We were a little shaken at how business like it was for him.
About a half hour later, the mother cow started mooing, looking for her calf. It got really loud, and she stayed right where she was, waiting for the calf to respond for hours. At the end of our time there, she was almost braying.
We left early and skipped the evening hunt.
In all my years I can't think of much that bothered me more.
Robert