The hunting landscape has changed immeasurably since my first deer almost 50 years ago. I turn 60 in a month, and I hunt as hard as ever. When I'm not seeing deer, or worse get fixated on shooting a big buck, I think of those rare days in the 50's and 60's in rural NY, when a spike or 4 point was a treasure. Killing an animal is not about on sight celebrations, and bragging. It is respect, woodsmanship, and the determination to use all of the life taken. Man, do I love hand pounded loin of venison, floured and pan fried, over garlic mashed potatoes, doused with a heated mixture of heavy cream, honey dijon mustard, and pimento. My wife loves her yearly pair of deer driving gloves!!! I hunted all day the other day. Didn't see a thing. That fact did not take away from the experience!!!