I haven't killed the numbers of deer some of you guys have. One a year is plenty for me, in reality.

The most I've killed in one year, was three, and I gave one away, and another was already crippled and I killed it to put it out of it's misery. It was already gangrenous and you could smell it forty feet away. Fed that one to the hogs.

I also shot one that had it's jaw blown off by someone trying a headshot and failing.

I'm somewhere around 50, and that's all I wanted at the time. This year, my stepdaughter wants one, so I might take two, if I can. One for us, and one for them.

I can take it or leave it. I enjoy watching deer about as much as shooting them. I'd rather shoot a damned old coyote than a deer, to be fair about it. Never got kill-crazy like some do, except on PDs and coyotes.

You can roll a turd in peanuts, dip it in chocolate, and it still ain't no damn Baby Ruth.