I would agree, even to this day I would reckon the best meal that I have ever eaten was the Mackerel that I caught myself in c.1975 in Ballycotton and cooked and served by my Mother with fresh spuds and butter, nothing tastes better than your own Kill.
As fer Shooting, it's just not in me anymore. Today if'n I see a Spider in difficulty, then I will pick him up and place him somewhere safe, the thinking being; "He did Fook all to harm me, why should I harm him ?"