In 1984, we started our own club on a new six hundred acre lease about ten miles from the old club. We all agreed that we had only one rule'¦the Georgia state regulations and bag limits. For a few years life and hunting were good. Then, slowly, as old members left and new members begin to join the club and gain influence, little rules started to pop up again. Suddenly, we could only take one doe per season on the club land, though at that time the state allowed up to five does. Soon, we were forced into a "gentlemen's agreement" that we would forego shooting "button bucks." The day a young club member killed his first deer, a "button" buck (what else), and most of the other club members wouldn't even talk to him, I decided to raise the BS flag. I called a meeting, gave them all a piece of my mind, reminded them that this was the very reason our club came into existence in the first place, and also reminded them that this was the boy's first deer. They loosened up and congratulated him. Unfortunately, the damage was done. The boy and his father, both fine, law-abiding hunters and good people, never came back again that season and didn't renew their memberships the next.