These hunters... always so boastful about how well they can cook up a deer. I've never liked deer meat. Always been to gamey for my taste. In this little farm town though, pretty much everyone hunts. We have this festival in town, on the court house lawn. Everyone has little booths set up with thier personal favorite wild game dishes. They sell everything from wild pig loin steaks, to bacon wrapped dove breast, and any beef recipe that you can make with deer. My stand always takes home the prize. Such a sweet meat indeed. From young children, to our senior citizens, and even the other vendors at the festival. They just can't seem to get enough. Fresh baked bread, filled with delicate slices of rich, lean, meat. Savory juices running down thier chins with nearly every bite. It's a flavor they just can't seem to place. Homeless, and prostitutes, are two things the big city never misses.
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