I’m a meat hunter. I hunt for the sole purpose of eating the meat. I’ve never cared about the size of the horns or antlers. I’ve never handed a taxidermist any money. I derive much more pleasure from cooking, sharing, and eating the meat than staring at an inedible head on a wall. Don’t get
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