Having had the privilege to observe killing of their prey by lion, leopard and hyena they display three distinct traits about hunting which impress the observant onlooker:
Cunning and stealth.
A resolute mindset.
Contained but clear aggression towards the prey.
"I am going to get you, you sleepy fool. You've made me crawl, and wait, and change my approach, but I now am going to get you. I am going to outwit you and put a bullet into your heart and then cut it out and eat it. Our paths crossed today and that is just too bad for you, dude.
I yet have to see the predator shaking with the emotional burden of inner conflict about this killing thing. The human predator must also, at least in the final approach and the stalk, feel the same slow growth of managed aggression within in him - experience that change in his body fluid chemistry that sharpens the senses and focuses the mind on one thing only: to kill the darn thing as quickly as possible.
Killing is not taking a shot at an animal as if it is another target practice shot - the way you do it is in the final instance a symbol of your respect for that which you kill. Do you put your spear into his lung and rejoice in his dying over the next hour or so, or do you take the life out of its brain as quickly as possible - either by a brain shot or by cutting the pulsator nodes in the atrium (top chambers of the heart) to immediately end the heart beat and therefor the flow of oxygen to the brain? Do the "man" thing and kill it resolutely and quickly.
"Buck fever" is nothing else but a nervous disposition from a subconscious emotional conflict about killing. It saps the hunter's energy and his resolute mind set; it is the anti-thesis of the controlled aggression needed for killing. The shot must be taken in the full pre-knowledge of exactly where the bullet will go and what it will do and how it will do it.
Hunting therefor demands a deliberate killing action - it is not "harvesting" - that operation you do with big machinery on the domesticated grasses called corn and wheat. A wild animal needs to be hunted and killed in order to be able to eat it.
Yes, they are beautiful because they are part of Creation - as you are - and so is that beautiful, living, lush green grass and leaves they eat.
Next week when on a photo safari in a national park we can admire their beautiful coats and soulful eyes and proud stance but today we are going to kill it. Dead. One surgical bullet into the brain or the heart. Not blowing terrorist-like holes into it by a rapidly expanding bullet, but also not bowing to new language demands by the enemies of hunting by calling it "harvesting".