jillio
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We had the venison, which I was never fond of, but I ate it. Plus I had the Bambi thing going: "Daddy, you killed Bambi!! Waaahhhh!!" But my dad also knew how to dress the hide, and he made me a little outfit out of deer hide one year, a little vest and skirt. I was about 5, I guess. (He died when I was 7, so my age 5 or 6 would have been the last possible season.) I was quite proud of my little outfit and for some reason forgot all about Bambi when I was wearing it.
Aww...I'm tearing up.
Re: the Bambi thing: my brother loved to torture me. He and dad were coming home from hunting one Thanksgiving (opening day of rabbit season here). I was outside when they were coming through the yard, and my brother was carrying a dressed rabbit. He said, "This was a mommy rabbit. When I shot her, all her babies were yelling, 'Mommy, mommy, mommy!" I dissolved in tears and refused to eat rabbit for a couple of years.