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Rob B.

My cousin left his gilly suit outside one time during turkey season because he had fallen in a creek. He came out a few hours later to find it and the camo netting he had gone. He had assumed that someone had stolen it until later that day when he went out and found that one of the steer on their property must have brushed against the farm door where he had hung it because it was hung up on the steers horns and over his back. To this day, he kicks himself for not taking a picture before he took it off the cow.
"Texas, where even the cows turkey hunt"

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