Maybe Bunky up here is not exactly the sort of game a hippie nature defense force is after... sure shooting a rifle is a real thrill but he's not a perfect shot by any mean. And... well, he wasn't even sure he really wanted to actually kill anything.

But well, it doesn't matter. They still captured him, not only so he wouldn't accidentally hurt an animal or himself, but also to facilitate the capture of a bigger prey.

"...and who took you hunting today, son?"
"M... my uncle Studd..." he manages to answer despite the discomfort of his situation: he's hanging upside down by one leg in his underwear; they've taken his clothes not as a trophy (because it would be petty given how easy he was to catch) but to build a prop, to trick his uncle. Also they want to give him the closest experience to being a prey, including the skinning, but without actually skinning him, obviously.
"Alrighty then Bunky, now how's about we bring your uncle down here?"
"...Why?"
They push him softly, so he goes back and forth
"The more, the merrier..."
"Wait you... wanna use me as a bait??"
They laugh.
"I guess you ARE the sharpest tool in the shed after all!" *slaps his stomach*
He blushes even more than his upside down position had caused him to.
"...Guys guys guys... you can't do that..."
"Save your whining for the baiting."
"B-but it's not gonna work! my uncle, you know, his hearing is a bit bad."
"Well, I guess we'll have to make you squeak real loud then... for your own sake, he better prick up his ears, because we'll do it until he shows up..."
"W.. what are you gonna do to me??"
Bunky looks up, shivering
"No please! no!!"