Just a side note. I personally have never pulled a head off of any animal. Came close once when pulling a mouse off of a sticky mouse pad, but we won't go there.
My dad used to dove hunt on occasion. Usually he shot and I hunted the shot birds. Perks of living with 80 acres of planted cropland across the driveway. I always hoped the dove was dead when I found it. I remember the first time I found one that had been winged. No, regardless, it would never fly again. But it was a sweet bird -- never offered to peck me or squawk or anything. Brought it back to my dad (I was about 14 at the time, this was back in the dark ages) and snap! Off with it's head.
I realize that was probably quicker to dispatch the injured and hurting bird, but it still turns my stomach. Whacking off the head doesn't bother me as much.
Strange, I know. But there you go. I just don't think pulling the head off is the way to go.
Okay, that's my 1.5 cents' worth.

My dad used to dove hunt on occasion. Usually he shot and I hunted the shot birds. Perks of living with 80 acres of planted cropland across the driveway. I always hoped the dove was dead when I found it. I remember the first time I found one that had been winged. No, regardless, it would never fly again. But it was a sweet bird -- never offered to peck me or squawk or anything. Brought it back to my dad (I was about 14 at the time, this was back in the dark ages) and snap! Off with it's head.

I realize that was probably quicker to dispatch the injured and hurting bird, but it still turns my stomach. Whacking off the head doesn't bother me as much.
Strange, I know. But there you go. I just don't think pulling the head off is the way to go.
Okay, that's my 1.5 cents' worth.