Tailgates? We don't need stinkin' tailgates.

My #2 daughter is still griping about the year her husband and I tied a freshly field-dressed road goat to the luggage rack of her S-10 Blazer, which he'd borrowed from her for the hunt 'cause it had 4WD.

Thing is, on the way home blood ran down and dried and crusted in the rubber window seals, windshield wipers, and all that. Washing the car wouldn't get it out and after that every time it rained her windows got smeared up with a slightly pink-looking, sticky goo that wasn't real transparent.

It made her cranky.