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I remember one of the first deer I ever shot. Butchered in my kitchen(and no she wasn't home at the time). What a mess and what a lousy job of cutting it up.
Worse part is when the bride got home and walked in the kitchen. Man, it was a while before I got back in the big bed. Needless to say a real butcher was hired for anything shot after that.
The bridge, God Bless Her, put up with a lot from me and this was just too much.
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