Be Real, Not Ideal.
Sitting in a hunting stand this past winter, the wind burning my face as I waited for a deer to wander through my sights; I had a lot of time to think. It was actually much more time than I would have liked. I would have hoped to have been distracted by a parade of white-tail deer shuffling through my firing lanes, but that was not the case. Actually, only three does (female deer) ever came into view. Two of them were small, yearlings perhaps, but one, possibly the mother of the other two, came to a halt no more than twenty yards from me and stopped to sniff around in the partially showing grass for a snack. I sat there and watched her poke around for a moment, hoping that she would grow a six-to-ten point set of antlers before my eyes. She didn't. As I watched her, I couldn't help but notice that the deer was beautiful and graceful (and very likely delicious). I stared at the soft brown coat and smooth movements, holding my breath in hopes to not frighten the...