I have hunted Michigan and LBL, Michigan has bigger deer overall as a state but LBL gives a better chance of killing a boone and crockett IMO. Nothing beats Illinois but that is off topic.
My Freshman year at UF: (fall of '83)
I was dating a girl whose family owned a 300 acre horse farm east of Gainesville. Myself, this chick and her brother, and my buddy Francis (ya gotta kind of be a tough one to live with the name Francis) used to hang out at her place on the weekends tossing back the Wild Turkey and trying to tip cows (was never successful).
One night in early November we got a great, Wild Turkey inspired, idea. tBrother got his big 'ol truck, the GF stood in the back holding a HUGE buckshining light, I had the lasso, and francis had the piggin string. . . . and we took off after some deer.
We were chasing them out of the brush, she was shining, I was trying to lasso. Mostly unsuccessful, but we did catch 3 out of about 30 that we attempted.
The first one: Lasso'd, Francis jumped over the edge, flopped the deer on it's side, and proceeded to get the daylights kicked out of him. Blood all over his face. He ended up cutting the lasso, they shot the deer a couple weeks later still had the lasso loose on its neck.
The Second one: Lasso'd the antlers, Francis jumped over the edge, flopped it on its side, and the lasso came lose, and it ran away.
The third one: Lasso'd antlers again. Francis jumped over the edge, and got the daylights kicked out of him again. Never got the deer to the ground. It was working him over pretty good. We cut rope and let it go. Found the rest of the lasso in the pasture the next day.
Also took Francis to the ER the next day, after we sobered up a bit. Apparently, his left nut took most of the abuse from the deer.
No Moral of the Story, but the Florida deer are tiny little things compared to the ones in my pasture here "In the Middle"
Side Note: glad I dont drink anymore. hahaha