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>north western Canada
>winter, fresh snow on the ground.
>hunting white tail
>spot a trail of blood, its fresh so I follow.
>leads me right to a nice 4point buck sitting in the snow with an arrow hanging out of its neck.
>we lock eyes, I know what must be done.
>the durr slowly closes its eyes, I fire one shot.
Your suffering is over now little buddy, you were the best tasting durr I ever had.
