I'll gladly barter Red Snapper, Grouper, Flounder, Redfish, etc., for venison. You guys can have the honor of freezing your balls off waiting for an elusive deer to come by. Last deer I killed was in '98 on training area 49 at Ft. Gordon. That's the last time I froze my ass off in a tree. Now it's chillin' on a boat drinking a cold one. ....unless we're bottom fishing for Red Snapper and Grouper off Mexico Beach in which you don't have that much time between catches. 
Before climate change in the 60's there would be ice fishing shacks on the inlets of the rivers. Everyone was waiting for Smelt to run. For some reason they ran in the dead of night and the shacks up river would have the fisherman give out a yell that " here they come", for us down river.
The shacks had a hole cut into the ice about 2 feet wide to 3 foot wide with tops that held many hooks. Bait was red blood worms that did bite if not careful. These suckers came in torrents, after the first fish hit the hook the smell was on them and before one knew it a bushel or two were caught on empty hooks.
The shacks were lit with a Coleman Lantern and some ***** foots had heaters in their shacks.
Everyone I knew had before lined up stores that agreed to pay money for the catch and on a good run that could mean $24-30 bucks, got to remember back then $50.00 a week was a good weeks pay.
Then come fall, all the Hunters from Mass. were headed our way, they didn't really want to hunt deer, they wanted to get away from home, booze it up and get laid. So the poor folk took to the woods, charged about $50. to the hunters and Jacked a deer they tied to the fenders and tops of their cars to take home to show family they had Really been hunting.
I came about this in Tenn. in 1988, on way home from work at 3 am. I ran into a semi road block of trucks loading a couple of deer. A couple men came out and waved me down to stop, I just drove into a corn field and got around them. Drove home hell bent for leather, the property they were on belonged to the town Sheriff.
