Dear O Deer

I am very country. Right off the bat you might not be able to tell... but I am. I try not to show my southerness when I am out of my tiny town. I also come from a poor family. We eat what we catch, and to eat it you have to clean it first. Well my brother has always been the family deer cleaner. It is pretty much an honorary name we have bestowed upon him... 'cause he is the dude. The reason is because my dad doesn't live with us, and I'm pretty sure that even if he did he still wouldn't get off his butt. In fact, daddy comes to my house every day and sit out at the shop reading western books and drinkin' beer. He lives with his mom and she don't let anyone drink in her house. Don't get my wrong... if I have gave you the wrong impression I didn't mean to. I love my daddy. He is a great man and one of my best friends... he is just lazy after work and likes to drink his beer. Any how I have totally gotten off topic. So... dad wont help Josh clean any of the deer, so I always catch the meat before it hits the gut bucket, hold the knife, and all the random stuff. So when Josh's girlfriend came home saying she was pregnant we lost our honorary family deer cleaner. Yup...he moved right on out so they could have their family. So when Tony (the dude that brings us all the deer we eat) showed up one week after Josh left I took on the family title. It was a little odd because though I always watched, I never actually paid any attention. So he might look like a chainsaw got to him, but he sure does taste mighty yummy. I always said I could do anything Josh could do. As long as I don't have to kill an animal I can do everything else by myself. Besides... we gotta eat! Poor deer. Thank God he couldn't feel a thing.