About 10 years ago a few of us were out on opening day of pheasant season. My buddy and I walked down a field. We were walking back towards the other guys when a big 6 or 8 point buck ran right between us. We were in a corn field with about 2 rows between us. I could have reached out and touched it. We both just looked at each other and couldn't believe what happened. If that deer would have hit one of us it wouldn't have been good.
My idea of fast food is a mallard.