What's disrespectful about working to put bread on the table?

As a boy, I lived among old market hunters. They fished for a subsistence living and hunted when their boats were hauled out in the fall. They were conscientious about retrieving cripples and didn't sky-blast as so many "sports" do today. They sold ducks dressed for $2 a pair.

None I knew was lazy. It was a pleasure to be in their company after they went straight.