Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Pineapple with deer legs

Part of my childhood was tripping over deer parts on the front lawn at 7am on my way to the school bus. By "lawn" I mean the clearing mowed around our trailer, which was in the woods. Whatever didn't go in the freezer got tossed on the lawn for our coyote-dog Rip to gnaw on. Head, legs, rib cage, tail, etc. If it got warm during deer season, the stench of death from the scattered carcass would be overpowering. I learned a lot about death as a kid. 

Now I live somewhere with sand beaches, that's sunny 360 days out of the year, and where everyone is a "model".

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