I received a really strange request from a non-hunter once a long time ago. He moved into our neck of the woods, from Chicago, buying a farm two old maid sisters had owned for years. With no hunting on this farm for more than 60 years, it was a refuge for several whitetail. Finally, the owner asked my brother and I if we hunted deer. Not appearing too overly eager, we sort of kicked the dirt and said, "Ah, shucks, once in a while we do..." He invited us to look over the farm, and especially his yard and garden. There was a deer trail around the edge of his house to the window boxes on the front of the house--the deer loved the flowers his wife was trying to grow. He had given up on any fruit trees, and he finally erected a woven wire fence about 8' high around his garden. The deer were waking them up in the night making so much racket in their yard. We told him we could probably help him out with his problem.
For the next three years, we killed some very nice deer on the farm--all within eyeball shot of his house! It was great!
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