My father-in-law had a Christmas day deer hunt tradition. He would get up Christmas morning, make a pot of coffee, putter around the kitchen, have a leisurely breakfast, and mid-morning, he would warm up the feed truck, load his gun,his flask and head to the pasture. He would drive around the ranch, nipping on the flask until he saw a deer. Bam, take another drink, load up the deer, take another drink and head back to the house. Maybe take another drink before he got home.
That was his one hunt for the year and he seldom came up empty handed.