I’ve become friends with the owner of the sandwich shop a few miles from my office. I’m not exactly sure how it came to pass, but at some point I discovered that he’s a hunter and runs field trials with pointers. Occasionally he brings his ridiculously cute kid in and I get to hear about his exploits as well. Anyway, I try to hit his place up at least once a week to hear how his season is going and swap stories. A few weeks ago he showed me the picture his nephew had captured of a giant Kentucky buck. At the time he had the buck relatively patterned, to which I responded, “Well what is he waiting for?” My fears were for naught. He dropped the hammer, or rather the string, on this stud just recently:
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