Fred Carlson is a stocky, sandy-haired man whose yellow rain suit gives him the appearance of a fire hydrant. He is standing in the doorway of the deer-checking station at Clinton, N.J., watching a cold rain that has fallen intermittently throughout the day. As a pickup truck driven by a man in a bright orange cap and jacket pulls up to the station, he puts down his soft-drink can, slips on a pair of heavy rubber gloves and steps out into the wet to watch while the team of state employees swing into action....
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