Not killing the deer is the basest and vilest of insults to its
existence. I live in a big forest and the place is thick with deer.
This is, odd with the drought, a good mast year and so they are, as
is their wont, multiplying profusely. When a poor year comes they
starve. You find lots of them in the woods dead of famine and
wasting disease.
We coexist with deer and perform our function by eating
them.
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