Sal and I are in a forest. We have been instructed to shoot a deer as part of our training programme. I concede that I do eat the occasional venison sausage so we should not baulk at the task. A fawn is trapped behind a wooden gate. I load my gun and shoot straight for the heart. Nothing happens. I try again - still nothing. By my third attempt I say, "No, I can't do this. We are just frightening this beautiful creature - we have no real need to kill it." We set it free vowing never to eat venison again.