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In our neighborhood as a lad, there were no fences, and everyone's backyard was fair game for playing and running around. There were pockets of woods here and there too. We'd run from yard to yard all the time and knew all the good hiding spots.
So on more than one occasion, we'd be playing hide and seek or kick the can or chase, and I'd run into somebody's backyard and there would be a deer carcass hanging from a tree, with its throat slit and tongue hanging out just a little bit. I remember being horrified, but then it would change to fascination, and I'd have to stop to check out the carcass.
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