Hunting as a sport! What in the world is sporting about killing an animal for the shear joy of ceasing it's existence?
Big and wild game hunting exemplified by our brave warrior dentist Walter Palmer killing Cecil the protected lion for the sole purpose of photographing himself with the slaughter and mounting the nebulous achievement on a wall or as a carpet, should be embarrassing to anyone with a semblance of self-respect.
How much less damaging it would be for this "sportsman" to have rather hunted out a Viagra prescription to feed his inadequacy.
It seems that a blood lust, no different than our daring dentist, is what they truly seek. "Watch me everyone. I have the power to needlessly take a life at will. Feel my muscle."