If you ever go hunting. My I suggest when you aim to shoot to kill. I must Acknowledge the Corn.

One late evening, I was Hang Fire walking back to my cabin. Only to see directly in front of me. A deer I shot a few months ago has found me. Exactly where I shot him the first time. I wonder if he could smell the blood in the dirt. You should see the look on his face. The disgust was almost human-like. This darn thing knows damn well, I tried to take his life. Now he's wandering around these parts of the woods on three legs. I pondered to myself, should I end this varmint life? For here I am Hair in Butter, and this bad boy got the the ups on me. Well partna, shooting iron twice would be bad luck for this Cowboy. I guess you can say he's looking for a fair shake. I know damn well, he's looking for me. Well here I am boy. Come and get me, come and get me.

I have no problem Ginnin' About.