Fawn we medicated on thursday was dead today, had to shoot a racoon I trapped, found a small buck carcass I had to haul off (coyotes). So much death and no whiskey. Im starting to think my shoulder is a lifelong injury now. Why the fuck didnt I buy some whiskey?
Fawn we medicated on thursday was dead today, had to shoot a racoon I trapped, found a small buck carcass I had to haul off (coyotes). So much death and no whiskey. Im starting to think my shoulder is a lifelong injury now. Why the fuck didnt I buy some whiskey?
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