When I first saw this deer, it was far enough away that I could not really be sure it was a buck. The antlers blended in with the brush. It was only when I processed the picture that I realized it was, indeed a buck. I do not understand how anyone can look into those eyes and be able to kill it. And not only kill it, but celebrate and bond with others over the kill. I have been told countless times that by killing we are doing those left behind a favor. I have a very hard time getting my head around that theory.