I hadn't been in my blind half an hour before this little six pointer sauntered up to my feeder and started helping himself to my corn. I thought about letting him walk, but after anout ten minutes I started thinking about the year I passed on doe after doe after doe on ppening day, and never saw another deer the rest of the season. He'll look like a ten-pointer in the freezer, though.
I'm here to give and receive knowledge, not affirmation or adoration. If you don't like it, mierda dura
. Intellectual honesty is not for fragile egos.