The only time I deer hunted with my father, I spotted something loping towards us. My first thought was, oh that's the farmer's Shepherd dog. No, it was a young legal buck. Since it was late in the day and the weather wasn't on our side for the next week, I took the shot. Down he went. Truthfully, I prefer the taste of the young ones and does that aren't all bulked up for the rut and taste like testosterone.

And Claven, why did you have to use such an overpowered, odd ball, back of the ammo locker, gunstore salvage cartridge? Is it because all your buddies have one?