Yea, I... know a neighbor, that's it. He told me he killed the one dead deer in his life with a .22, through the open kitchen window in the morning. Head shot. Went down like a puppet with cut strings. Cleaning it was more work that it was worth. The neighbor hates the taste of deer.
How did you know I was a discordian?
Last deer my brother shot was with a .223, normal round, black, scary rifle.... So much of the chest meat was blood-shot that he didn't want it. I wind up processing his kills. ;)
Waste not, want not... I made sausage out of it.
/johnny