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- Sep 6, 2017
I go Deer Hunting every year, to fill a place in nature that was taken away when my state was developing. We have wolves, foxes, coyotes, etc., and their populations are slowly increasing from what they once were, but their low numbers mean that we have an extreme overpopulation problem with deer. They cost millions in bent fenders, millions in eaten crops, and are absolutely everywhere, all the time. I eat what I kill, I don't feel bad. It's nice to be able to sit up in a tree in the early morning, with a thermos full of coffee, a 125 year-old rifle, and a pack of cigarettes, waiting for the right moment, when this beautiful chest freezer full of meat comes walking by, asking you to send it to deer heaven, with its dopey, vacant eyes, and eternally confused demeanor. It's begging to be deleted with a single, painless, 7.62x54R round. Deer goes to Valhalla, I get a year's supply of meat. Win-win.
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