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he waits in his recliner for a buck to knock on the door. Thus far no luck but he refuses to give up though normally his game plan is to knock out a flimsy little video then abandon the idea altogether but not this time, he will sit in his recliner with his laptop on that piece of raw unfinished plywood and moan and groan in comments on steemit with his coffee and wait for the deer to come knocking. Then he will look for his gun and slippers and shells and get another cup of coffee then say damnit, I almost had him.

Now that sure would be nice.

Nearly happened the other day when the deer was in my yard.

This is what Trog means when he says he hunting D-e-e-r.
Nearest he's ever going to get!