Aww, com'on Culver. I like killing the ones that are slightly larger than a toaster. This way, I can stuff them in my pack, sneak them out of the woods, and re-use my tag. Not only that, they are smaller and more challenging to hit. But the best reason is the taste, the milk sweetens the meat, and they have little muscle tone at this tender young age. I call it "Vealison"