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         This is the one I gave to my daughter Stefanie. When she 
		opened it she had no idea what it was or what it would be used for. I 
		explained to her that it means three different things: 
		First it would 
		always remind her that I'm a deer hunter.  
		Second it will remind her of the very first time she 
		ever had venison. You see, Stef is my step-daughter but after 20 plus 
		years of knowing her, I just call her 'my daughter' any more. Anyways, 
		we were all having dinner one evening and what looked like beef stew to 
		her was 
		really venison stew. When she was about halfway through with her meal, I 
		asked her how it was? She said it was good. Then I asked her "do you know 
		what kind of meat this is"? She answered "beef". Well my kids started 
		giggling and she said, "what'??? That's when someone told her it was 
		deer meat. Right then she dropped her spoon and left the table. Everyone else 
		laughed but she was pretty mad.  
		When I mentioned that story that evening, she had a 
		smirk in place of a smile and then laughed a little, but I could also see it 
		brought back a rough memory. After a few seconds we all laughed about it and it 
		was all good.  
		The third meaning was....and then I turned to her 
		mom and she presented a nice bottle of wine to her. She still didn't get 
		it so her mom placed it on the rack for her see. Stef had the biggest 
		smile on her face after seeing what it really was for, which she really 
		liked. Oh...BTW... that was 
		the last time Stefanie ever had venison, as far as I know that is. 
		 
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