And George seems rather proud of himself. When I saw the legs sticking out (notice behind his head) I asked if he killed two deer, and he looked at me as if I had a disability and said, "That's the other half of the same deer." I gagged a little. Kate refused to touch it, instead choose to pose prettily in close proximity with her bouquet.
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Gross! I love my dad, but I hate hunting season. Glad to know he made it down the mountain safe and sound. I get nervous for him and the other hunters every year.
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