A couple weeks ago, a neighbor called asking if I had hay for sale, and ended up buying 20 bales from me for his deer. Yep, he raises them for what I would call “vanity hunting.” The bucks are bred for humongous racks (horns), and folks who can afford them pay top dollar to choose their buck and “hunt” it in a penned area—the animal most likely ending up on a hunting lodge wall somewhere.
The deer are pretty tame, and one walked right up to the fence and started licking the salt off my hand. It was pretty neat!