Tender. It’s not a word we use all that much. “Diesel,” “supersize,” and “hack saw,” those are all a little more in our wheelhouse. But that’s not to say we don’t enjoy a little tenderness here and there. Just so long as it’s, you know, manly. Like the love of a loyal pheasant dog. Or a good power ballad on the tape deck. And a delicious, satisfying bag of Matador Jerky. Which is of course the ultimate mix of…
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