When I was a boy, I lived on a farm and had a character flaw where I had trouble killing. My father loved hunting. I also loved hunting, everything about it, but just didn't like seeing animals die. I didn't like chopping heads off chickens or rabbits for dinner, either. I found that i was eating game because I killed it, not killing it so I could eat it. So I quit hunting.
Leave this guy alone. He hunts to eat, for christ's sake! It's an honorable way to live.