There is something so infinitely vulnerable about deer. Growing up they were a huge part of my childhood, and I always seemed to be able to be among them without scaring them. I’m not sure if it was an awareness that I had no intention of hurting them or just because all I would do I sit still reading, but I would always find a couple of fawns and a doe or two sitting around me before long. Being around them as I have I cannot explain the extreme cowardice it is to kill such gentle animals. They deserve better.