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Growing up with hunters in the family. So of course I hunted. I had a compound bow as a youngster. Killed a goat and it was fucking gnarley! With a bow it took a lot longer because the thing didnt die. Long story short.. 8 more arrows and a few miles later. Dragging it back to the main road was a bitch. I was only 10 and it was fucking heavy. Skinning and dressing was a task too. Blood and guys everywhere. I had help but it was hardcore.
All the meat was eaten and I still have the head mounted and hanging @ my uncles.
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