I ask people why they have deer heads on their walls. They always say because it's such a beautiful animal. There you go. I think my mother is attractive, but I have photographs of her.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The more I see of deer, the more I admire them as mountaineers. They make their way into the heart of the roughest solitudes with smooth reserve of strength, through dense belts of brush and forest encumbered with fallen trees and boulder piles, across canons, roaring streams, and snow-fields, ever showing forth beauty and courage.
I love living with animals. And my children love animals. I love walking around and being with the horses. But the deer? They're naughty.
I always thought of deer as solitary animals that weren't very interesting. But my goodness, that was very wrong. The big eye-opener for me was that they're social. They have family groups.
In my cosmology, indigenous wild deer are more important than exotic ornamental shrubs.
With all due respect to the nation's fish and game departments, more deer die because people hunt them than because people feed them.
Do you know what I love about hunting? That I am no one in the woods, no one at all. I thought the animals might recognize me, but they didn't. They did not even ask me for any autographs.
I've seen deer. I have lots of woodchucks on my property. And bluebirds. Foxes.
There is something really mysterious about lions. They could rip you apart if they wanted to, but at the same time they look so cuddly. Can you imagine what humans look like to animals? They must think we're so weird.
I have pictures of me feeding deer and possums with baby bottles. I am such an animal lover.
I love things made out of animals. It's just so funny to think of someone saying, 'I need a letter opener. I guess I'll have to kill a deer.