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One day, my father was walking out to the back yard. We had this screen door with a spring closure that used to shut with a rather loud BANG.
As my father walked out, he noticed a yearling fawn on our lawn. When he let the screen door close with the usual BANG, the deer looked up, and in a state of panic bolted.
Unfortunately for the fawn, he did not see the fence post and rammed into it head first. Sad to say, he fell over dead as a doornail.
I saw dad approach the deer with a truly saddened look. I swear that I even saw a tear run down his cheek as he muttered "what a shame".
Looking up from the deer, and noticing me, he yell "John, get my hunting knife".
Not one to waste, he had the deer hung, dressed, skined, and butchered in under an hour.
For the next several months, it was Bambi burgers, Bambi schnitzel, and Bambi stew. I have to say that this was the best deer I ever tasted!
As my father walked out, he noticed a yearling fawn on our lawn. When he let the screen door close with the usual BANG, the deer looked up, and in a state of panic bolted.
Unfortunately for the fawn, he did not see the fence post and rammed into it head first. Sad to say, he fell over dead as a doornail.
I saw dad approach the deer with a truly saddened look. I swear that I even saw a tear run down his cheek as he muttered "what a shame".
Looking up from the deer, and noticing me, he yell "John, get my hunting knife".
Not one to waste, he had the deer hung, dressed, skined, and butchered in under an hour.
For the next several months, it was Bambi burgers, Bambi schnitzel, and Bambi stew. I have to say that this was the best deer I ever tasted!