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FrankenMauser, I remember when I was living in Utah we used to judge how bad the winter was by the number of dead deer per mile we saw on the road. There were times when it was an exercise in futility to attempt to count the dead deer on the side of the road going up Provo Canyon.
I killed my first deer in Provo Canyon. I was poor student and didn't even own a deer rifle - having only brought a shotgun with me. My landlord loaned me his 1917 Enfield and a half box of Remington ammo.
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