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Here in the South it's a little blood. And if you miss it costs a shirt-tail.
My wife shot her first deer last year. She knows the tradition and when we found it she let me know in no uncertian terms that I WAS NOT going to do that to her.
As she's of Irish stock, freckles and blue eyes that I've seen glow red in the dark and the temper to go with it, I figured the direct approach was not going to work. I might get hurt.
So while she helped me gut it I managed to get a good swipe of it on her.
Got away with it.
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