Summer's here again. The pools are open, motorcycles swarm the roadways, and the mullets have finally come out of hibernation after a long winter's fattening. When you live in the mid-west that spells mullet hunting. You don't need a hunting license or a cabin in the woods for this hunting season, only self-righteousness, a healthy fear of the unknown, and a camera. So faster than a speeding mullet, more powerful than your gran-pappy's bathtub gin, and able to leap tall livestock in a single bound, it's... THE MULLET HUNTER
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