Other than the sheer mass of the beams and tines, and the incredible tine count, that's not much of a deer.  
No, I'm not jealous, not jealous at all.  Quite to the contrary, I am tearing my hair out because I've always secretly wanted to be bald.  
What's her address?  She needs a handicap...like one of my bows!!!  And Christmas is coming.  
Seriously, though...I can tell by that grin that she has completely forgotten the 7 year dry spell.  I would be willing to bet she doesn't mind them at all with that handsome devil she's pictured with.