Too many deer....too many mouths to feed. The reason I am a deer hunter today, and so is my father, is because of a buck that my dad and grandfather jumped up in a swamp while attempting to shoot beavers. My dad still talks about that deer to this day. He said he had a bush on top of his head and points going everywhere and there's only a few bucks in the Alabama recordbook that could've beat him. This was river bottom soil in Dallas County.....not the blackbelt quickset concrete. Back then there were soybeans everywhere and not nearly the amount of deer in the area than there are now.