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Every time I go back home to Illinois, I stock up on venison from my nephews. Used to be my dad and uncle but, Dad would rather sit out in the woods and watch the wildlife now rather than hunt.
I can devour a whole stick of venison summer sausage in a single setting,,, YUM!
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Harmlessly passing gas in the grassland away;
Only dimly aware of a certain smell in the air
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