We had out-of-season permits for deer and multiple other "pests" back on the farm. Had a gun too. But my Dad could never bring himself to shoot anything. Not even the possums, which were an invasive imported species in California. Nor the turkeys which were not only invasive and non-native, but also edible. He maybe killed a gopher or two, and some flies and mosquitoes, but otherwise he only used catch-and-release traps. Catch'em. Drive off into the woods. Let'em go. Once we think the "pest" may have been a mountain lion. Whatever it was left claw marks at shoulder height on one of the redwood trees. It also took the bait out of the back of a possum-sized trap, pulled the chicken thigh out and left the trap snapped but empty. And it growled rather loudly around the house for a couple of nights, the first of which my ds and the neighbors' son were out in the yard in a tent But still, we never shot anything. We were invading their territory, not they ours.