I was like 4 or 5 when my uncle shot a nice buck right at the end of the season, then told me it was rudolph and santa wasn't coming that year cause we would be eating his favorite raindeer. My Grampa kicked his ass, I cried for a whole afternoon before I believed it wasn't him. Terrible thing to do to a kid, but now looking back it was funny as hell. I wouldn't do it but ti was funny.