Nice work Punkin,
You hit a nerve with the hunting story. Some combination of tobacco marketing, history, and stereotypes had me convinced that dip and deer were one in the same. I butcher my own as well (not elegantly, but with pride) and that brown juice spewed from jaw to the waste can every time.
After the shot, when you have that tiny pin of doubt in your mind, i would throw one in. To celebrate finding the deer i would add a spicer to furthur distend my face. And on and on and on. Gutting, dragging, storytelling at camp.
No more. Our gun season opens in a few weeks and i look forwards to not sneak spitting in the woods. I hope it is a challenge because if you got through it, so can I.
Stay quit,
Grizzfall