While admitting there was no good excuse for his action, he nonetheless tries to explain: "I noticed that, when it was alive, I thought about the baboon as a thing. Now he’s dead, I’m posthumously anthropomorphising him, and that was one of the reasons I killed. I wanted to get a sense of what it might be like to kill someone, a stranger."

Stop. Breathe. I note my first reaction: Excruciating execution for this guy, preferably slowly bleeding to death in front of his buddies, sounds like a good idea. Exhale. Pause. Next reaction: What the heck was he thinking? What sick person would find it perfectly acceptable to write about his urge to explore killing primates in a food column? Is he so disengaged from life and his place in it that he thinks this is witty? Educational? Cool?

Why do I feel sick after reading this? I hope his restaurant catches fire with him in it. Burnt Gill on toast. Yum.

Tell this big man with a gun to grab a spear and go someplace with wild boar, hunt him some bacon if he wants to know what it's like to kill something.

Get up close with the risk of personal injury, mauling, or even death.

There's no season on them up here in NorCal, and they're considered a non-native pest. Same in Hawai'i.

I agree with Spiritualmonkey - take a knife and go head to head with one of those wild boars.