RE: Your Special Forces Team....
My team would consist of my son, myself and a big dumb guy named Mongo. While my son and I were shooting, Mongo would be stacking the deer into a semi trailor.
When my son and I show up at a spot do do some hunting, the deer give up in despair and throw themselves at our feet to await their demise. They do so because they know we demand it! No brag, just fact! [:-]