Other than the sheer mass of the beams and tines, and the incredible tine count, that's not much of a deer.
No, I'm not jealous, not jealous at all. Quite to the contrary, I am tearing my hair out because I've always secretly wanted to be bald.
What's her address? She needs a handicap...like one of my bows!!! And Christmas is coming.
Seriously, though...I can tell by that grin that she has completely forgotten the 7 year dry spell. I would be willing to bet she doesn't mind them at all with that handsome devil she's pictured with.