Some folks just have to kill. Must be a personality trait. I had an uncle, been dead 50 years, but he was one of those. It didn't matter if it was hunting or fishing. Over the limit, out of season, private property, any sex. Didn't matter. And he was one hell of a woodsman, genius level IQ. Everyone knew him, liked him, and knew what he was doing. He was a millionaire at one time, when that was a lot. Never got pinched for a bit of it. If he had, permanent incarceration would have been the only thing to stop him. Died homeless in the gutter, drunk.