Griff wrote:...I had no objections, and as he walked into the garage he craned his neck up to see how the carcass was attached to the rafters. Then he looked at me and with a huge grin, said, "Oh, it's a deer you're butchering!"
I musta looked a little "blank", as he went on to add, that "someone" had reported you were butchering your wife!" That's when I noticed the other two officers standing back a little with their guns drawn!
So... if you're gonna butcher your venison in the garage, CLOSE THE DOOR!
Repeat of my "Bob the Butcher" story from my Nov. butchering session...
You know your wife just doesn't get the "whole picture" when you are on the telephone while butchering a deer and you hear her say:
"You did NOT just tell that telemarketer that you were dismembering a body... !"
True story (from last night)
You should have heard it.
(East Asian guy) "Hello, May I speak with the person who handles your Gas account?"
(Me) "Sorry, I can't talk righ now. I'm a little busy dismembering a body."
(East Asian guy) Weird choked silence
(Me) "Click"
Shortly thereafter (it's now dark), one of the local Brothers came traipsing through my back yard on his way from Project A to Project B. He's talking on his cell as he walks past me, on my deck, with blood on my shirt, Hatchet in one hand, Rib Cage in the other.
I'm glad I know the SWAT Capitan...
