- Picture this: you’re elbow-deep in a deer, looking like you just auditioned for a slasher flick. Not anymore! The Forseti Gloves Set is your **blood-proof bouncer**, keeping your clothes and arms as **clean as a whistle**. 

- Those 35-inch shoulder-length PE gloves swoop in like a superhero cape, while the nitrile gloves snug up your wrists—together, they’re a fortress against gore and grime. No more scrubbing your jacket or explaining the “red tie-dye” look to your spouse. 

- It’s scent-free too, so you won’t spook tomorrow’s game with yesterday’s mess. Stay pristine, stay sneaky—because the only thing that should smell like blood is the deer, not you.

- These gloves aren’t some flimsy, one-and-done disaster waiting to happen. The Forseti set’s built **tougher than a two-dollar steak**. The full-shoulder PE gloves laugh at tears and rips—made from durable, disposable PE that won’t deform under pressure. 

- Meanwhile, the wrist-length nitrile gloves? Resilient, comfy, and ready to wrestle a hog’s innards without flinching. They’re **designed to last** through the sloppiest, stickiest field dressing jobs, so you’re not left with a shredded glove and a fistful of guts halfway through. 

- Trustworthy gear’s a must when the going gets messy, and these bad boys deliver like a champ.

- Love a good heart stew or liver pate? Don’t let those tasty bits go to waste! The Forseti set tosses in two **handy-dandy liver bags**—perfect for stashing your trophy organs like the **culinary rockstar you are**. 

- These PE bags are freezer-ready, keeping your heart and liver fresh and separate from the chaos of your cooler. No more juggling bloody handfuls or wrapping them in whatever’s handy (RIP, old sock). 

- It’s a slick little perk that turns “waste not, want not” into “cook it, love it.” For hunters who savor the spoils, this is your backstage pass to organ glory.

- Field dressing’s a gore-fest—think “CSI: Backwoods Edition.” But the Forseti Gloves Set has your back with **two wet wipes per pack** to **scrub off the ick**. 

- After you’ve gutted your game, these little heroes swoop in to clean your hands, your knife, maybe even your ego—leaving you less “swamp monster” and more “civilized human.” No sink? No problem. 

- It’s a small touch that punches above its weight, keeping hygiene in the game when you’re miles from soap. Because let’s face it—nobody wants to handshake a guy who smells like yesterday’s elk entrails.