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We went out for dinner Saturday night. Just Husband and I. Bought diesel. We were headed home and I was trying to figure out the fuel mileage when Husband swerved, and cussed, and "What the hell was that?"
I didn't see a thing.
He flipped around and headed back. Somebody hit something. Another truck was pulled over beside it. We pulled in behind them.
Blood and guts were all over the highway. Hot and steaming.
Yogi should know better than to play in traffic.
The people from the first truck were just curious onlookers. We got to bring Yogi home. He was pretty beat up, probably got hit by a tractor trailer, a car wouldn't have been able to keep going after a hit like that.
His jaw was smashed, hanging out of his mouth. His upper body was very limber, lacking bone structure, shoulders seperated. His belly was ripped open, half of his rib cage missing, stomach contents spilled all over.
We tossed him in the back of the truck.
I gutted him (what was left) when we got home. I couldn't find his large intestine, only one lung, no heart. I sliced the pelvic muscles open. The bone was already smashed. Removed his penis. I couldn't find the large intestine. The boys strung him up in the garage.
It didn't dawn on me until the next day when I was skinning him- there was no large intestine. There was no ass. His entire rear end had been ripped off.
We'll get the meat off his legs, one side of his back (steaks) and front shoulder roasts for us. Bits and pieces here and there for stew meat. But a large portion of this little fellow will be going into doggie stew.
Thanks to Mother Earth for this bountiful harvest.