So here we are again, out in the wilderness, days gone by and your hard, throbbing member has yet to be planted into some raw, juicy rear.
You sit out in your scrawny little watch tower when suddenly--
Bluargh!
That's it, all you've been waiting for, that one handsome and musculant call from the woods.
You take out your Deer ♥♥♥♥ Caller™ and let out one equally as homoerotic call, hoping that it'll react to it. You patiently wait out those painstaking minutes which feel like hours.
You look through your binoculars and you see something, something in the bush, that isn't quite right.

It's the antlers, those big, pointy and majestic antlers, piercing through the foilage,
Your nerves are going haywire, your breathing is out of control, but you manage to keep your binoculars steady, as you focus on the beast.
It breaks through the foilage, there is is, muscular, sweaty and musky stag just waiting to be plugged.

You stow your binoculars away as you approach the galiant beast, every step you take towards it makes your heart beat faster and faster, you can see it, you can smell it, you can feel it.

And there it is, right in front of you, just a stone toss away, you're ready, you've prepared your whole life for this, your senses are going through the roof.
You reach into your pants, unbuckle the strap, whop out your throbbing and well-greased 'gun'.
You clear your mind, slow down your breathing, and take aim.

BANG!

Everything quiets down, there you are, right on top of it, you stroke your hand over the fur and gently carass the antlers.
After filling it up with your munition, and just as you're about to pull out, a mysterious man walks out of the woods and looks you straight in the eyes.

"It has come to my attention that you've been dropping Whitetail Deer with unpermitted ammo."
To hell with you, Doc.