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what a miserable buncha reprobates. i leave for a few weeks and things just go all to heck. callin' me a goat an' all. sheesh, what a buncha maroons. i'm a lot better lookin' than any ol' pronghorn. and smell a lot better. and guess whut, i didn't use my famous, never miss, soon to be in the smithsonian, .270. had to give em some sort of a chance. my ol' girlfriend don't never miss. even if i try. shot it with my new .264 mag. slingin' a hunnerd grain hornady handload at 3800 fps. tipped that pronghorn right over. i see where 4x4 coues said i stunk like a runover skunk. guess that's why he was in a hurry to go eat, reminded him o' home cookin'. well, i'm off again for another month or so o' killin' and mayhem. see you rookies in the funny papers. ya notice i didn't warsh my hands or tuck his little tongue back in to make the photo more politically correct neether. i did kick the gut pile outta the way. and it didn't "harvest" it neether. i kilt that sucker dead. hunt on boys. Lark.

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Congrats Lark, Good Luck and God Bless.

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Lark I did say you stunk like a runover skunk but never did say I would'nt eat one.Nice chupacabre Lark. :D :D

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