I've been sort of struggling with this the past couple of weeks and thought I'd just ask advice of the crew here.
I'm a pretty open minded guy, I think. Not particularly set in my ways. In fact, when I encounter a friend who is unreasonably set in their ways, I pick on 'em a bit because of it. And I think my experience as a fisherman through my life has seen me go through several stages, much like hunters go through, and in fact went through myself. Its why I don't hunt much any more. Not because I don't like it or because I have any moral feelings about it, I just enjoy fishing twelve months out of the year. Its easier. I'm lazier maybe. Hard to describe. I say that to say that I've been both meat hunter/fisherman in part of my fishing career. My family are still that way. You catch a five pound bass in the pond, its likely to end up on the table. Its where the fascination with size first came from, before TV made outdoor sports into a silly process of hunting and fishing for trophies instead of just enjoying the hunting and fishing part for what it is. I know that and accept it. I still take fish home for the table once in a while, not every time but often enough to be able to eat fish when I want to. I like to eat bass, some claim it isn't good table fare but phooey on them and I typically have a nice mess of bass and bluegill when I do bring them home. The bigguns get kissed on the head and released, mainly because we're part custodian/part guest at the place we fish the most often. We owe it to the landowner not to rape and pillage his waters but to take care of them.
At Dogtooth, among the friends that go up there I thought we had an agreement not to cut big fish. I've been the call from the governor for many a 17" smallie in the livewell that is called The Green Mile for a good reason. This year, there were SEVERAL 18+ " smallmouth that got cut, frozen, and brought home. And there was a 25" and 27" walleye cut that I am not supposed to know about. That stuff really really bothers me but I've not said anything. First, it ain't my fish and it ain't my business. I can only control what I do. If I say something I'm the old worrywort busybody. So I keep my trap shut. (and write about it on the internet for the world to see)
I've went so far as had the thought to go a different week up there than those guys do. That'd break my heart. Its a good group of guys and we've become good friends over the years. That'd be stupid. But the thought has occurred to me. It bothers me that much.
I know I just need to get over it. But it ain't that easy. Maybe if I heard that from you guys it'd help me just move on.

BKB