Not much real hunting goes on these days. I climb a tree - no stand, just the limbs - lie on a limb with a knife between my teeth, then leap on the deer when he walks by and cut his throat. I only cut mature bucks that are at least 6.5 yrs old.
If you don't hunt like me, you ain't no real hunter. Take up knitting and spend Saturdays with the other women.
We need to get back to real hunting.
