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Originally Posted by dentheman
I can tell you have never been deer hunting. You can see deer all over the place until the first day of hunting, then they disappear and are a real hunter's challenge. The day after hunting season is over, you will see herds of them again, feeding along the side of the road. They are wiley, except when it comes to motor vehicles.
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You are correct, I avoid deer hunting. If my luck with deer is anything like it is with fish, I'd probably not get one, but, that is not the reason I don't hunt. Reasons I don't hunt:
1) Other people, none of whom I trust to have more judgment than a gnat, are ALSO hunting. My brother in law and his grandson (both named Jerry Sylvester!) were both killed in hunting "accidents." I suspect they may not have been accidents, but therein lies another problem.
2) Just like I can't pick up my bike, even after field cleaning an average doe or buck, I don't think I could pick one up by myself. Not sure what you do with the entrails. Also, I understand that if you shoot em wrong or clean them wrong, the meat tastes bad. Then, there's storage. The wife and I AND the two kids can't put a noticeable dent in a moderately sized turkey. A whole deer? Yikes. A lot of work for something my wife can pick up in reasonable quantities at the grocery store.
3) Deer ticks. Where there's deer - there's deer ticks. I had a moderately traumatic tick "incident" when I was very young - this was back when the treatment was to "burn" it out with a lit cigarette (I am totally not shitting you.) Said tick was in my inner ear canal. I won't go into details except to say I had recently seen the Star Trek episode with the bugs that burrow into your brain and drive you insane. All of this before we even knew about Lyme disease.
4) The orange vest. I just don't look good in orange.