My father-in-law was a hardcore hunter, travelled every year, got permits and licenses to shoot whatever there was, his family ate it all, bear, elk, deer even a moose one year. On his travels he found paradise for his retirement, 80 acres up on the hill over looking the lake, one neighbor within 300 Weatherby range. He could taste the deer well before he moved there, talked about them a lot, 4 point this, 3 point that. He retired and moved on the property, never fired another round. Some how when the deer became his, he changed. He closeted the guns and broke out the binoculars, put out a salt lick and even warmed up to his wife's cat.
