There's nothing better in the way of eating flesh than those Yellow Pike we filleted while they were still kicking and fried the fillets in a huge cast-iron frying pan over a driftwood fire, on a deserted beach in the remote wilderness of northern Quebec. The fresh air, clean water, and fresh fish dinner, followed by a frosty Molson's Canadian trumped all the broccoli you can find cooked any way you can think of. Oh, I like broccoli (and all other fruits and vegetables) just fine, they are delicious in their own way. But so is fresh fish, and when you can get it that fresh it's the best of all.
Or how about a doe or a spikehorn whitetail, taken early in the hunting week and butchered by my grandfather (a veterinarian) and cooked by a gormet Italian cook who used to be the chief chef for the wealthiest family in Italy before he came here and opened a restaurant that still exists and is 4-star rated 70 years later. Venison cacciatore, rump roasts, steaks, all done with European flair and using the stuff he brought in a mysterious box of cooking wine, cheeses, herbs and spices, cooked on a huge iron wood-burning stove in a log cabin with no utilities.
I'll be damned if I'm going to betray my ancestry and live without the stuff we're programmed to have- meat, sex, clean air, clean water, green things to walk among and eat, a dry warm place to sleep, community with family and friends- We are designed (by God or evolution, or both- that discussion is for elsewhere) to be omnivores- we eat everything, plant or animal, but in the proportions that the earliest humans found their food- lots of complex carbohydrates from the plants we foraged (and eventually grew ourselves), and once in a while 2 or 3 special days of meat when our hunting instincts and abilities provided one for food (which we eventually raised ourselves). We lived like that for a million years (or so). Show me a celibate vegetarian who lives alone and never leaves the city and I'll show you someone who's less than 1/3 a human. It's fine with me if that's how he or she wants to live, but it's NOT fine with me to try to make me live that way too, or to prevent me from living my life my way when doing so hurts no one. Yeah, okay, the walleyes didn't fare too well, nor did the button bucks, but they aren't people, they were food. The broccoli didn't escape either; I'll wager there's a group somewhere that feels bad for the poor vegies we so brutally chew on.
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I think most of the vegetarians around these parts are huntin alright... for mushrooms in cow manure!!