I don't, I don't like killing things along with my dad was never much of a hunter (farmer, no time) but once he did go out hunting. He parked his truck on some land my grandfather owned walked into the woods for 3 minutes and a 6 pointer came out 20 yards ahead of him and just stood there. He got it, the only deer he's ever shot as far as I'm aware. Never went hunting again.

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Another one my grandfather always liked to tell was of one day when he was a boy he was home alone and looked out his bedroom window and there was a nice buck eating apples in the orchard. He pulled out my great grandfathers trusty Winchester repeater (I still have it) and shot the deer from his bedroom window. He always would end by saying not to tell his parents.