Lotsa times for deer.
One evening Carol and I closed out the Dew Drop, playing the jukebox and darts and pool.
On the way home, about 3 miles from the house, I saw a car on the side with the flashers blinking, so I went back.
That guy hadn’t hit it, but he had a tire iron trying to dispatch a doe.
Being a redneck, I slit the throat with my knife.
The legs were busted up, but the rest of her looked okay.
I said to the guy, this would be a good one to take home, and offered to help him load it.
He didn’t want it, and I had Wifey’s Sunday go to meeting car, so I went home for the Jeep.
Me and The Old Man had it hanging and were back in bed by 3:30.
I’m like some of you other guys, I hate like hell to see them go to waste.
Besides, deer season is more fun and relaxing if you’ve already got one or two in the freezer!
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