Well, my brother in law's dad used to be a dairy farmer. A schoolmate of my brother in law's grew up thinking chocolate milk came from brown or black cows.
Some people grow up in certain parts of the US not knowing what a BJ is until they're in college and some of that population isn't aware of BJs at all until they're 45 and happen to have an outsider friend!
And then there's some people who just buy into whatever documentary crap they've been watching.
I've never had to explain to an anti hunting person why I hunt. I think I'd probably explain quite a few of the points made above, but I also wouldn't tell them I don't enjoy shooting the animal or am remorseful after. I'm just not and never have been. I've always enjoyed the shot, take a minute to marvel at the beautiful creature laying before me, then start thinking about how I want to eat that sucker right then and there. I think it's just an instinctual thing that most people probably would enjoy, if they weren't raised to think hunting is bad or be in an environment where the is a stigma about hunting. I have at times in my childhood felt a little ashamed getting excited about seeing a big buck out the window while riding in my friend's mom's car, who was anti hunting. As an adult, I'm glad to be free of those childhood chains where I didn't have my independence and identity set. I know I like to be as close to those animals as possible and feel like I know them as intimately as my friends, I like to shoot the animal, I enjoy cutting it up, and I enjoy eating it.
This year, I think I'm finally gonna have to go dances with wolves and eat a bit of that hot raw heart.. or liver. I think it was a liver. But the heart would have the right energy