Although I was born and raised in the Oklahoma countryside, it always makes me sad when my f/b news feed is flooded with pictures of camo clad hunters holding Bambi's lifeless antlers.
I totally understand that hunting is a sport, and venison is really tasty, but I'd rather feed the deer than shoot them~
Me and deer go way back!
1974---good old days of bare feet and cut off jeans~
Bottle feeding an orphan baby deer we named Bucky at my grandma and grandpa's farm in Muskogee, when I was 11. The game warden came to pick him up and it made my brother and I so upset that we squirted the warden in the crotch with our squirt guns to make it look like he wet his khakis!
Feeding our friends behind the cabin in Nathrop, Colorado in 2012. It took lots of patients (and several juicy apples) to get them so close.