I thought deer hunting was fun back in my younger days. I learned how to track, shoot and dress my kill from uncles and older cousins up in the Alleghenies of western Pennsylvania. I loved walking through the woods or sitting in a blind drinking coffee on a chill fall morning, joshing with my cousins, lining up a deer for a clean kill shot while trying stay composed, visiting with family in the area and dropping off venison and then stopping for a drink or three after. The butchery was not my favorite part and I liked venison steaks and sausage but I much preferred a good beefsteak back when I used to eat that stuff. The whole experience was mostly a lot of fun. The last time I went hunting was more than 30 years ago in the Texas hill country. We had been culling a herd of the smallish deer that live up there on a friend's acreage. On my last trip I found I just couldn't raise my rifle any more.