I passed on a couple of herds I jumped from the combine. Of course, I wasn't carrying a bow and most of em had spots, but I did pass on em.
I haven't intentionally killed one of those beasts since the early '90's. The next one I kill, like the last one , will be unintentional.
If you could cut the back straps out, slap em on the butt, and send em on their way, I'd be all in. Deer camp is awesome. Breakfast at deer camp is awesome. Cleaning deer . . . Not so much.
I give all the props to those with the patience to hunt em legally and process em ethically. God knows I don't.
Good luck with em, fellas.
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Smell that? Smells like sumthin died in here.