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21yrs old, finishing college and I get home from a extra long shift waiting tables at a fine dinning restaurant in Corvallis. At my apartment I see my 1972 bug I loaned my roommate, Cecil, home on the drive. It was the last day of hunting season and he barrowed it to get the last day in. From the front "trunk" I can see blood dripping and blood around the Handel so I know he killed his deer. (Don't laugh the VW bugs made great offroad vehicles and a black tail deer does fit in the trunk) My deer I killed a few days earlier was hanging in our garage and I was sure Cecils was now as well.
I walk into the the dark apartment and flick on the lights. There is Cecil in a chair passed out exhausted and covered in dried blood. I wake him up and ask him about his kill. He can barely move so sore and the dried blood is crazy thick, think horror story thick its dried so all cracking and chipping off.
Well he did kill his deer but had some help via a Volvo. Skunked after dark coming home empty handed, he saw a lady from his church on the side of the road. Pulled over and in front of her Volvo was a deer flopping around. Another person stopped to help as well. That guy told my buddy who was pulling out his .270 "you cant shoot it on a side of a road, use your hunting knife". So the lady left the two guys to do the deed. Cecil took out his hunting knife and went up to the deer to cut its throat. But the deer did not want its throat cut and fought back. There was Cecil hacking away and rolling around with this wounded deer, discovering a deer throat is actually rather tough to cut. The other guy got so freaked out he got back in his car and left the bloody scene. Eventually common sense took over and Cecil said screw this and dragged his exhausted self from going 5 rounds with the deer, over to the VW and got his hunting rifle. He stuffed the deer in the trunk, drove home and passed out completely spent. I then came home and he told me the story.
However there was a problem.....Volvo Bambi was not hanging in the garage, it was still in the trunk of the VW!!! Cecil had nothing left, aperently deer hand to hand combat is exhausting, so I hand to deal with it. The dam thing had rigimortus set in so I had to use a hacksaw to remove some legs. There I was 1AM gutting a deer covered in blood on a driveway of our apartment off campus. About 4 of the OSU football players walked by (a live out house was down the street from us for them) and they first ask what I was doing in the dark on the ground then saw I was pulling guts out of something that used to be living. "Dammmmm" and they all took off quickly. I got it up in our crappy little garage next to mine, one whole side of his deer was all trauma from the car strike and worthless meat. We turned the whole thing into sausage due to it probably having every drop of adrenaline pumped into its blood. Oh and dont put a trash bag of deer guts in a trash can without a lid. I did make Cecil clean up the entrails spread all over from the raccoons having a snack on them. Lastly the VW smelled like blood up to the day I sold it, but all VW bugs have funky smells so it was normal.
I walk into the the dark apartment and flick on the lights. There is Cecil in a chair passed out exhausted and covered in dried blood. I wake him up and ask him about his kill. He can barely move so sore and the dried blood is crazy thick, think horror story thick its dried so all cracking and chipping off.
Well he did kill his deer but had some help via a Volvo. Skunked after dark coming home empty handed, he saw a lady from his church on the side of the road. Pulled over and in front of her Volvo was a deer flopping around. Another person stopped to help as well. That guy told my buddy who was pulling out his .270 "you cant shoot it on a side of a road, use your hunting knife". So the lady left the two guys to do the deed. Cecil took out his hunting knife and went up to the deer to cut its throat. But the deer did not want its throat cut and fought back. There was Cecil hacking away and rolling around with this wounded deer, discovering a deer throat is actually rather tough to cut. The other guy got so freaked out he got back in his car and left the bloody scene. Eventually common sense took over and Cecil said screw this and dragged his exhausted self from going 5 rounds with the deer, over to the VW and got his hunting rifle. He stuffed the deer in the trunk, drove home and passed out completely spent. I then came home and he told me the story.
However there was a problem.....Volvo Bambi was not hanging in the garage, it was still in the trunk of the VW!!! Cecil had nothing left, aperently deer hand to hand combat is exhausting, so I hand to deal with it. The dam thing had rigimortus set in so I had to use a hacksaw to remove some legs. There I was 1AM gutting a deer covered in blood on a driveway of our apartment off campus. About 4 of the OSU football players walked by (a live out house was down the street from us for them) and they first ask what I was doing in the dark on the ground then saw I was pulling guts out of something that used to be living. "Dammmmm" and they all took off quickly. I got it up in our crappy little garage next to mine, one whole side of his deer was all trauma from the car strike and worthless meat. We turned the whole thing into sausage due to it probably having every drop of adrenaline pumped into its blood. Oh and dont put a trash bag of deer guts in a trash can without a lid. I did make Cecil clean up the entrails spread all over from the raccoons having a snack on them. Lastly the VW smelled like blood up to the day I sold it, but all VW bugs have funky smells so it was normal.
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