When my father was alive we quail hunted alot. Whenever he saw a feral cat he would go out of his way to kill it. He said they would kill the quail during hunting season and the young ones in the summer. The ole man has been gone for 20yrs and I still kill every cat I encounter in the wild. Sometimes I would feel bad like when my son saw me do it one time and flipped out but after retelling the ole mans story he understood. Judging from some of theposts Ive read here Ive actually been doing some good. I wont feel bad anymore.