Hank knew this place well. He need only wait... The deer would come, the deer would come.
"Well, you've got quite an infestation here, ma'am... I can't promise anything, but I imagine I can knock out some of the bigger nests."
"Oo, Sylvia! You've got to see this!... Ginger's bringing Bobby home, and even though her jaws can crush soup bones, Bobby only gets a few nicks and scratches."
