Took a deer last weekend that had a ricochet gut shot that hit all the most fowl smelling bits, and I would rather stick my head right into that gag worthy cavity of rancid muck then smell that room.
My first experience with a deer was at 4 when my dad and the neighbors were gutting one in the front yard and I watched. While strung up between 2 trees they went to gut one but cut too deep. I could smell that all the way across the driveway and up the little hill I was sitting on.
I have smelled some strong things in my life, this one was almost as bad as having Indian Neighbors.
Over 35 years later and it's still one of my most vivid memories.
Depends and grandma perfume and nervous desperation..whew
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