Got a fun truly true tale of an older gent, living on the edge of the Pines, who has created an unusually sweet bond with the deer in his backyard. As I’m told it, the fellow has some inside contacts at a famed doughnut outlet. He regularly gets downright heavy bags of just-expired pastries. Likely violating a couple lesser-known laws of nature, he dumps the humanly prized delights outside. His backyard deer go gonzo over them!

I wouldn’t have guessed whitetails harbor such a sweet tooth. At the same time, it would be easy to envision this fellow’s…