Well color me red. I was being discussed and didn’t even know about it. (Was too busy cutting up and processing deer) 
My 5 year-old daughter did the wrapping and labeling. You should see the packages that are labeled “Roast-Doe-2011” They are decorated with stars and smiley faces.
Just to respond, a bit, if I may. I like to hunt the big woods of Northern Washburn/Southern Douglas Counties. I do a lot of still hunting and have had some good success. Not because I’m exceptionally good, but do remain mindful of why I do it and what it in return gives me. Many years I don’t shoot. Most years I don’t see another hunter. I like to get way back in the swamps and do things old school with my beater 30/30. This year, my brother and dad were unable to hunt. Opening morning, I saw nothing but a red squirrel. At three, I had a doe just about step on me during the heavy snow. She came from behind and we saw eachother at the same time. I decided to take her at 20 yds. Shortly after shooting, another deer came down the same trail. I chose to take that one, too. A 150 grn hubcap stopped him in his tracks. I thought it was a doe, but turned out to be a nubbin’. So, technically, I only shot one doe. After 3.5 hours of dragging, I returned back to the cabin. Let’s just say one gets really close with his quarry in the dark and pulling him up and down the hills. I celebrated a bit that night with sardines and seagrams. I awoke at 4:30 and decided to go back to bed. After laying there for 10 mins or so, I realized that I should really head back out. So, I did. I got to the same spot as opener just before daylight. At 8 am, a decent buck meandered through a slight opening that I had been staring down for about an hour (I just knew something would have to cross soon). I took him at 30 yds. He didn’t take a step. And so began another tug of war with ‘ol mother nature. I’m still sore. But, I enjoy that way of hunting. It means a lot to me. I take no offense to Suzuki’s comments. He did PM me to clarify things. It was appreciated (actually, it prompted me to read the posts). I have few to zero regrets about how I hunt (all game). This year it was about food for my family and friends. I worked hard and have a special connection to those critters and those woods. Hunting is a spiritual experience for me that many of you can probably relate to.
And, for the record, I’m not poor. I have a great wife, two amazing girls, and a wonderful dog. The dog and I, by the way, plan to do a duck hunt tomorrow. Perhaps I’ll only shoot drakes. 
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving! God Bless!
And a big congrats on getting some good meat for the family