Er, uh, DR_MAX, one thing about out in the boonies: I'll see you first. I've been at it a whole lot longer.
Hokay:
I won't claim I can track a twelve-point buck back to where he was born, but I'm not shabby at reading sign. When you find a covey of dead quail, cat tracks, and only one quail eaten, you'll figure out that there's more to a cat's killing than pure necessity.
And when Darling Precious kitty-cat exits the door of the "owner's" house, it's instantly a hunter. All you have to do is watch and it's quite obvious, given you know anything at all about an animal's body language.
This is one of those arenas where I don't pay much attention to other people's opinions. I far and away have more trust in what I've learned from watching a whole bunch of critters during the course of many, many decades of wandering in swamps, woods and desert--sometimes hunting, lots of times "just lookin'".
Most folks look, but don't see...
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