[Rochard]

For years I used to hunt on the farm that was next to my house - It was huge, and I spent years exploring it and never saw a soul.

There was this one hill covered with pine trees that the deer used to love to hang out in, or do what ever deer do when they aren't eating or romping around. Three or four of us armed with shotguns would create a line, and another person would sneak up on them from the other direction and fire off a few shots. The deer would come running towards us and it was a slaughter house.

Kind of took all the sport out of it.