At one time there was a persimmon tree on my parents place in Alabama, in the pasture between their house and the horse barn. When the persimmons fell it was a deer magnet! The deer would flock to it at all hours of the day. But it didn't take long for them to eat them all up. Only lasted for a few days. Something happened to the tree and it died. I was sure heartbroken! I'd get a big kick out of watching the deer fight for the persimmons.


Hunt hard or go home !