When the deer meat stock gets low at the Krewson household I hunt more with my flintlock than my selfbow, can't live without my deer meat.
For 20 years I gave my sister-in-law a processed deer for Christmas. If Christmas was fast approaching and I didn't have her a deer, my Remington 700 in .308 came out of the closet. My sister-in-law's grandkids have grown up to be deer killing machines so I was able to abandon this yearly tradition. I started the practice when she worked in a sewing sweat shop and a deer to eat was a luxury.