I shot this deer in western New York while hunting with my friend Paulie, who put me in his best stand. (Where would we be without our friends?) While there, we drove past a meat pole loaded down with three or four deer, all hanging skin-on, heads-up. According to Paulie, they'd been there since the late-November gun opener. In other words, about a month--which included some unseasonably warm weather. I'm not sure I'd want to eat those deer.