Sentences with phrase «dead deer»

He had found stacks of dead deer as big as a house in northern Wisconsin, and his colleagues would not vote for a doe - hunting season.

So when yours truly and business partner «Jom» Picken loaded up the truck with assorted dead deer parts, lumber and business propaganda, and struck out for 10 days among the natives in Harrisburg, Pa., the idea that I would be laughin» and scratchin» with my redneck cuzzins made me just as happy as the prospect of luring some of them north next fall to spend some Yankee bucks on Canadian bucks.

I didn't go down the hill and look at the dead deer.

I am reminded of the story of one of my own acquaintances, while at Officer Candidate School (OCS) in Quantico, Virgina, where he watched his drill instructor touch the genitals on the corpse of a dead deer, laughing that it was a fellow officer candidate.

The governor and mayor have squabbled over everything from subsidized housing to a dead deer in a Harlem park, with Cuomo usually picking the fight and de Blasio responding with eye - blinking befuddlement.

Sniffing a dead deer buried beneath an avalanche, a wolverine bores down like a tunneling machine on full throttle.

The record may not be Dragging A Dead Deer Up A Hill, but pieces like «Living Room» are the essence of Harris's singular oeuvre.

As well, some discussion of Diana and Charles's adulterous relationships are heard, and a dead deer with its head removed is depicted.

Joe will pay his workers even if they're rained out, and he doesn't mind helping friends learn how to properly cut butterfly steaks from a dead deer.

After having her neck slashed and then being hung head down to bleed out like a dead deer, Lenore manages to have little more than a few drops of smeared blood on her cheek when she is freed.

A joy to have until his next encounter with dead deer, rabbit, mice — you name it, he rolls in it.

Never have we had a dead deer on our street till then, driving to the video store, there was a Doe laying dead on the side of our street.

On albums like 2008's critically lauded Dragging A Dead Deer Up A Hill, her ghostly vocals drift like wisps of smoke through fractured moonbeams; lines of guitar emerge like discarded nets from the surf, tumbling back into a rolling sea of soft noise shortly after they appear.

It was at this same time that the plaintiff, a passenger in a vehicle driven by her fiance, approached and, while attempting to avoid the dead deer, lost control of the vehicle and slammed into the parked truck.

(There was a temporary reprieve when my wife rushed in to tell me there was a dead deer under our deck.

Much cuter than my dead deer head hanging in my living room.