The best steak I ever ate came from the first deer and only deer that I ever shot when I was 16. It probably hadn't even been dead a half hour before I cut off a slab of venison with my buck knife and threw it over my campfire. Talk about fresh meat. The cup of deer blood that I drank with it to gain the spirit of the deer didn't sit well and I puked that up the whole fucking works. Que sera
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