It just occurred to me that this is analogous to cruising the bars, hoping to score with a beautiful, passionate woman or opting to pony up for a wild time with a a reasonable facsimile in a high-end cathouse.
Actually, the first scenario is more likely for most of us than stumbling on a real buster buck in the course of ordinary deer hunting. In the absence of good genetics and plentiful food, plus a well-balanced herd, to paraphrase John Wooters, most of us won’t live long enough to kill a really big buck by “accident”.
I had planned on going to either Kentucky or Ohio this year for a chance at a big one, but circumstances forbade it. Maybe next year, but since I started thinking about it, I discovered that I can probably go to Texas and shoot a nilgai for about the same price. Lotsa tasty meat on a nilgai, I’m told.
