I'd Forgotten Just How Much Fun It Was
No, I didn't kill this one. It was given to me by a friend who has no more room in his freezer. I'm happy to get it but at the same time I have mixed feelings about those who continue to hunt when they don't need to. Me, I'm a meat hunter. I really don't care how big the antlers are on it as long as it's legal. In fact I would rather have a young tender spike or fat doe as compared to a big buck in rut. The meat from the first two is much better tasting in my opinion. Anyway I'd forgotten just how much fun it really is skinning, quartering, butchering and packing up the meat for the freezer. But that's how I spent most of my Thanksgiving today.
posted by H. Stallard @ 10:57 PM
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4 Comments:
Glad you eat the meat!
That was one of the first things my Dad taught me when I started hunting. If you're not going to eat it, don't shoot it...was his favorite saying. There were plenty of nonliving targets to practice your marksmanship on. He grew up in the depression when ammunition was scarce and hunting meant the difference of having meat to eat or not. I have hunted for over 50 years and I still don't understand why someone wants to kill an animal and not eat it.
Yeah, I can't say I understand that either. Though it worked out well for you this year! Do you mix your wild meat with domestic, or do you take it straight up?
Straight up. It usually ends up as jerky or steaks. I don't much care for roasts. One year Dad and I had access to a meat grinder and a recipe for breakfast sausage and mixed it with some beef. That was OK but jerky is still my favorite.
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