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As usual they did not ask those receivng the venison. You know, like informed consent.
If I was in the situtation of needing foodstuffs I would jump at the chance for meat instead of peanut butter and canned veggies. Nor would I hesitate to feed it to my young children.
I don't see PETA and the anti hunters inviting me and mine to their table, so threfore they can kiss my smelly behind.
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