For Christmas dinner, Nicholas has decided to make duck. We're bored with turkey and want to try something a little more exciting. One of my mom's best friend is a big hunter and volunteered some of his fresh kill. My mom then decided to tell him we would dress the ducks ourselves, because "it could be fun!" It was something. That's for sure.
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Whoa, guys. That is hardcore.
Makes you wonder how Christmas would be different if it involved a hatchet and lots of newspaper for everyone.
If this doesn't earn me a trip to the farm, nothing will.
Wow! I'm impressed.
I know I should not be grossed out by this considering I eat meat all the time, but WOW!
You've come a long way from your days of no meat eating....
I do believe you've lost your mind.
The interesting thing will be to see who bites into a piece of birdshot first.
Surprisingly, this wasn't that bad - at least after the first beheading, it was pretty routine.
"after the first beheading, it was pretty routine" Words I never imagined I would see typed, esp. from my erstwhile vegetarian brother.
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