I nearly had some venison last week, fresh off the grill.
The grill of my car that is. A nice buck walked into the highway in front of me, and decided to play chicken staring me down. Problem, fresh snow, went from about 50 mph down to 15 and drove around him. Bucks have no fear when it’s rutting season.
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That’s what I’m talking about.
Wrapped in bacon.
I nearly had some venison last week, fresh off the grill.
The grill of my car that is. A nice buck walked into the highway in front of me, and decided to play chicken staring me down. Problem, fresh snow, went from about 50 mph down to 15 and drove around him. Bucks have no fear when it’s rutting season.