Years ago, I used to take the deer meat to orphanages to feed the hungry bellies of the children. At that time, the caregivers welcomed any food donations they could get, for it was difficult to provide enough food to feed forty some children. They didn’t ask questions. Today, there were no more orphanages, but if there were, they would ask too many questions, questions I couldn’t answer. There were laws against it, as well.

The white-tailed deer wasn’t much of a challenge, but I had already had my workout for the night. After I had my fill, I wiped a spot of crimson blood from my lips. Evergreens brushed...