Messy Busniess

Ten deer total. We took them to the meat locker today to be prossesed. On the way there farmers would honk at us to congratulate us on killing some "damn corn eaters" as they know them. When we stop at a gas station and one guy commented that we,
"shoulda just kept shooting."

We got to the locker and there were tons of people there with their share of the harvest. None of them had as many as we did, the one only one who came closest was a guy who had six. People walked up to our truck and would ask, "How many ya got in there? Five, six?" and we'd reply, "Nope, we got ten of em," and they'd walk away with their tails tucked saftly between their legs.

We pulled around back to drop the deer off to the sturdy men manning the sharp blades and hack saws. One guy would pull a deer off the truck, then another would make two presise cuts and the head would forever be detached from it's owner. Meanwhil the guy witht the hack saw would take all four legs off in about eight seconds.

The whole process took only fifteen minutes, and by the time they were done, everyone had blood on their hands, and there were ten headless, legless deer on the ground waiting to be drug inside. That was the end of that, and behind us there were ten trucks in line. These guy were gonna have a long day. We wished them good luck and we were on our way.