But I wasn't going to drag the guts all the way down through deer camp without a plastic bag. If you want blood and miscellaneous deer parts decorating the ground in front of YOUR cabin, be my guest, but nobody there felt that way.
Just kidding. I guess the thought of a plastic bag of guts ripening in the dumpster was a little too much for me.
As a side note, our porch dogs don’t go through a bag of Ol’ Roy nearly as fast during deer season. We do however, usually invest in worm medicine a couple of weeks later.