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coast of Maine | father trained us not to mind the smell of a paunched deer.I was ten or so ,dad shot a deer ,snow on ground ,forgot his knife,came to the house got snowmobile and sled and my sister, brother and I went with him to retrieve the deer.He does the gutting and we bemoaned the smell,he proceeded to show us what the deer had eaten recently,,looky here ,,it ate this crab apple whole,,,he take s a bite out of that apple,,,I think it is ingrained into my brain the noise we made when dad swallowed that apple bite,hehe | |
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I don’t hunt, but Jr. got his first deer.
