We spent a lot of time in racquetball clubs in our early years. One club, Suburban Racquetball, hosted lots of member events and tournaments. One of our favorites was the Wild Game Feed. Once a year, all the guys at the club who hunted brought the fruits of their labors and cooked a huge meal for the members. Venison, duck, rabbit, pheasant, bear, you name it, they cooked it. Steve was in his glory enjoying all the interesting dishes. Anne just pretended to like the wild game.
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