Vance and the Venison
Vance and the VenisonStud Strong of Barbeau was tracking a wounded deer on a brisk November morning when he saw smoke coming from a shack that stood north of the creek on his property. He wanted to check who was there, but first he had to follow the buck’s b****y trail into the forest. When the animal finally collapsed, Stud took off his gloves and slit its throat with his hunting knife. Then he gutted it. The heat from the spikehorn’s innards warmed his hands, and as the blood made contact with the cold air, it congealed underneath his fingernails.
Stud was a strong man. He had no trouble hoisting the young buck onto his back. There wasn’t much snow to plow through and now that its innards were gone, the buck’s weight was manageable. Stud made his way to the clear
