I figure the deer belong to God and every now and then he gives one to me. It is my resposibility to use what he gave me to the fullest, the meat for the family, the hide, and sometimes even antlers for the wall to remember the gift and experience. It is truly Gods victory and not mine when the cycle of life and death is played out and another Georgia whitetail 'gives up the ghost'.

"Hey ya'll, watch this"