Well...I could be a lying liberal. In that case I conviced the deer to loving lay beside me as I petted it's purdy little head.
And NO that isn't a 1985 Winchester Model 70 Featherweight, it is a eeevil weapon of destruction with a killing mind of its own. I managed to wrestle it to submission and subdue it so it wouldn't harm anyone or anything....and the deer is thanking me for my good service.