I have definitely gone soft on the deer just in the last couple years. And not in the dang liberal sense of the word. When I was younger and belonged to hunting clubs, or was hunting on a friends property I felt obligated to shoot and shoot often. Once I got my own land and started trying to manage it properly my views started to change. I don’t shoot does anymore, I can’t recognize them all of course but after 8 years you get to know the families and see the new fawns come and the old ones go. Now I have no problem with my Sons or grandkids taking a doe, you gotta have meat. And I’ll pass on small bucks early in the season, but my bucks are so nocturnal I can’t afford to be too picky. And some of the softness just comes from getting lazy, I’m usually by myself and late in the evening I almost start praying nothing worth shooting walks out. Because then I’d have to clean the dang thing. Most times I’d rather go back to my cabin, build a fire, and have a drink. But that’s just me. It seems some people never get enough killing.