Speaking of hunting deer, or was I, I guess so, anyway I can't let go by the fact that I was not only hunting Germans during the war, but I couldn’t pass up the chance to do a little practice on the European deer, I think this was in Jan. '44 the snow was so deep in Luxemburg that it covered the front wheels on my half track and the deer in the area ( lot of them) had a hard time getting out of the way of our touring machine, so what was I to do as a deer hunter, on one of our stops for refueling I took my 30 cal carbine and meandered into the woods, I would say about 3or4 hundred yards running into two of the fat little supply of a rarity, meat. I managed to bag them both. One of my crew helped drag them out to the track and load them on.
Let me tell you I had more friends at that time than a million dollar lottery winner would have now . No one except my crew even got a smell of that treasure, they were frozen hard so when we had time to eat we would skin back enough hide to chop out enough meat for a conservative meal for the crew which of course was a real delicacy.
There are pictures of the deer hanging on the back of my track that were taken about a day after we arrived at our destination for fuel, ammunition and personnel replacements. Just happened to realize its going take a army of Philadelphia lawyers to put these recallments in there respective places, there will also be some triplicate, let alone duplicate occurrences as my memory forgets to let me remember what I'm thinking-----figure it out.
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