That's right, you may call me Nimrod if you would like. After all, how many hunters do you know who have outsmarted a foot-long beauty like this. I took this monster down with a single shot from my faithful old .22. First a snake, now a frog, tomorrow a water buffalo; you never know what my pond might produce.
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Are you planning on eating the bounty of your hunt?
I actually gave it to our landlord's son, who probably used it to scare his sisters and then was going to ask a frog-eater if they wanted it.
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