Man, I hate this time of year. With huntin' season in fool, ahh strike that, full swing it seems that there some poor ol' deer hangin' from a tree infront of every house up in this Wes Ginny holler and well, here's my beef... or venison in this case. What makes these other hillbillies think that throwing the danged legs in the wood is at all civilized?

I mean, every mountin dog worth his salt has a big ol deer leg stickin' out both sides of his dumb dog head, mine included. Not that danged leg is out on the front porch and the dogf is in the house and wants to lick me. Like that's gonna happen? Right?

Anyone else have this problem?

Bobert

p.s. Got the "Dead-Deer-Leg-on-the-Porch-Blues"....