After my psychiatrist appointment, my mom and I picked up a fresh dead buck on the side of the road. We wrapped it up in white sheets, and some guy asks if he can help putting it in the van. Of course, we said yes (that shit is heavy), and he did! It could have been a dead human being for all he knew. It was sure as heavy as one. There was blood all over the sheets and the deer’s tongue was all sticking out. It was great. Now to let the bugs devour it.