The hunter regards with awe his game and it becomes at last his medicine. May have been a truism in 1845 but that’s approaching 200 years ago. I don’t know of any subsistence hunters these days, or even if it’s a thing in this country. Could be. Maybe on homesteads in parts of America, Africa, Australia. Russia? Not sure, but anyway, for the most part, hunting is a sport. Not one that has ever appealed to me. I felt bad when I missed that pot shot at that bird when I went shooting once with GG. Or maybe that was him and maybe I missed deliberately.
Now that could be on a new hat, ‘MISS DELIBERATELY’, several connotations there! If you are a hunter and you do not regard the game with awe, you probably are an asshole, and you need to be thankful, give thanks to the creature for giving you, as HDT puts it, your medicine. I’d be far more likely to just go to the shop and stock up my freezer.