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I grew up in the rural midwest and our "neighbor" a few miles down the dirt road kept a few as pets and we could feed them grass right out of our hand. It was pretty magical to us kids. I've often wondered if this is why I turned out to be so averse to deer hunting, a yearly activity that just about everyone around me including both my parents excitedly participates in. I understand the necessity and I happily eat venison, I just don't understand the thrill people seem to get. I did it the first few years I was of age because it was expected, but never again after I moved out.