I happend to ride my bike past a slaughter of an elk last week. This is the season of the traditional swedish elk hunt, when at least half of the swedish (male) population goes out in the forest and shoots a couple of hundred thousand elks. I am not a hunter myself, and I have not witnessed a slaughter since I was a child. The fact is that I was scared of the animal (they do grow quite big), and I thought that they would bite me, even when they were dead. I am not scared anymore though.