We won't be eating him (sorry, Gauntlets) because of the way that the Great Hunter shot him and the facts that he's old and has been fighting. But there are still two and a half weekends and two full weeks of deer rifle season left for the Great Hunter to get a nice tender doe.
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WHOOP!!
PS -- where will your new pal's head live? The living room? The bathroom? The garage?
Well...... there's one in the garage right now, but he may be coming inside, if I can get a new couch to live underneath him. If that's the case, I guess the new friend could come into the living room as well.
(Does that make us stereotypical rednecks? our bathrooms really aren't big enough for deer heads)
I'm just fascinated by the prospect . . .
My great-grandmother had a buck head over her piano. It always scared me. And I'm still a little scared in museums and . . . Cabela's. I'm a bad mid-westerner.
The one in the garage looks in my back windows, so Callie greets him when we pull in. Then, I have to take her around to pet him.
the back window of my car, is what I meant...
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