Heading out one morning with Herb and his son Brian (who was in on the joke), I pulled my truck to the side of the road, explaining that I had spotted some deer tracks in the snow. I quickly jumped out of the truck with pockets full of chocolate-covered raisins and piled them in the snow, out of Herb's sight. Kneeling down, I called for Brian. He and Herb walked over. I pointed to the pile of raisins, "explaining" that they were fresh deer droppings. Then I reached down, grabbed a few raisins, and popped them in my mouth. "It's a buck, heading east," I declared. Brian then reached down and ate a few of the raisins, too. "A 3-pointer," he said. "Gross!" said Herb. He ran off, groaning and nauseated, as Brian and I howled with laughter in the snow.