Julie
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You just have to love that country living. Last fall my nephew shot a doe and asked my husband if he would cut it up for him. Mike said yes. He hung it in a tree in our backyard until right before Christmas. He cut it up and left the legs in a garbage bag on my patio table. I told him to get rid of it and he said he would. He likes to throw this stuff in the woods to feed the coyotes. Well it snowed, and snowed, and snowed some more. This past week the snow is finally gone from my patio table but the bag with the deer legs is still there.
Well last night after supper, I let the dogs out and they are barking, sniffing and jumping around the table. I kept thinking they want those legs! I bring them back into the house and they kept wanting out again. So about an hour later, around 7:30, I let them back out and they just won't stay away from the patio table. So I had enough, I decide I am going to go grap this bag of legs and I am throwing them in the garbage. I march out, pull the chair away from the table, bend over to grab the bag and I am now about 6" from a possum! I swear to God I wet my pants right then and there. It just sat there and stared at me. I naturally ran. :<
Well last night after supper, I let the dogs out and they are barking, sniffing and jumping around the table. I kept thinking they want those legs! I bring them back into the house and they kept wanting out again. So about an hour later, around 7:30, I let them back out and they just won't stay away from the patio table. So I had enough, I decide I am going to go grap this bag of legs and I am throwing them in the garbage. I march out, pull the chair away from the table, bend over to grab the bag and I am now about 6" from a possum! I swear to God I wet my pants right then and there. It just sat there and stared at me. I naturally ran. :<