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I butchered a deer last night.
My father is a hunter. A while back, I mentioned that I would be willing to do butchering in exchange for meat.
He hasn't actually got a deer yet, but the son of his hunting buddy did. That family has a good sized section of hunting land, and far more deer than they know what to do with.
The deer was a huge buck, and shot as a trophy. (I think that guy has WAY TOO many trophies already! The deer was shot with bow and arrow - a very good shot - about as swift and efficient as an arrow could be)
It was dropped off at my dad's for meat.
I went over there and my dad and I strung it up in the garage, skinned, and quartered it.
Most of the meat was ground and freezer-bagged into reasonable-sized portions. Tenderloin was cut into "filet mignon", other nice sections of meat were cut into steaks, stew meat, or fajita slices.
Cutting one of God's creatures into little pieces is not one of my favorite jobs. Some of it wasn't too bad, but there were a few times there when it was sorta gross and making me turn a little green.
But, it was my choice to participate. I figure I know where my meat is coming from, and it gives a person a much better connection with their food.
At least all the meat was coming from one animal. (You don't want to know how many cows are in your hamburger!!!)
Anyways, I now have a supply of free-range meat in my parents deep-freezer which should last me a pretty good while. (it was a BIG deer!)
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