My deer hunt story for this year:
Left the house at ~6:30 AM in the RZR (kinda a two-seat four-wheeler, this one has mirrors/signals/etc to make it street legal), drove up to the canyon (a couple miles away from the house), and proceeded up the very rocky and bumpy road. Wandered for an hour or so, down a terribly rough road, shot a deer, gutted it, loaded it on the RZR, drove it down to the house, skinned it, hung it, then processed it a couple days later, and now it's hamburger in the freezer. By ~1:30 PM we were eating burgers down at the Model-A Cafe.
I don't get what the big deal is about the deer hunt.
The elk hunt, though, that's a whole other thing.