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| My first deer. |
Blood bubbled out of her nose while she died. |
It didn't take long, probably less than a minute. I hit it right through both lungs. |
This is what a deer looks like after it has been field dressed. |
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| We had to haul it back almost a mile. |
That's Steve Lane's deer on the left and mine on the right. |
We awoke to a winter wonderland. |
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| Steve Shea. |
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The keys were locked inside the second vehicle, so five of us had to pile in the truck to get to town and make a call. |
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| One, two... |
Three, four... |
Five! |
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