SO YOU ARE OFFICIALLY FOREWARNED.
We killed ourselves a motherfucking deer today!!
I say "we" even though I had no part in the harvesting. However, I did help with the skinning and butchering, and let me tell you, it's way more fun than getting piddly little squirrels ready for some good eats (although I plan to continue eating those, too). So I think it's alright for me to say "we" because this was a team effort, and we make the best fucking team in the universe.
This day wouldn't be complete without throwing a shout out to my Pops, who gifted us a rifle: a 1954 Winchester Model 94 30-30 that took this bad boy down. In one shot, I might add, because Jay is a super marksman and hit him right in the fucking head!
|This was my first time butchering a deer, but I was told today that I should|
have been a spinal surgeon due to my skill. Score!
|Holding up two deer legs = happiness.|
|The almost fully butchered carcass hanging from the|
wood shed beam was a little creepy looking from a distance.
|Everything here but the neck on the left is gonna become jerky thanks to our super cool neighbor.|
The tenderloins and backstraps are too special to be shown here
(naw, I just forgot to take a picture of them in all the excitement.)
MEAT! And more importantly, locally harvested, humanely killed, amateurly butchered (meaning, yes, you can do this, too) and soon-to-be lovingly prepared for good eats.