Venison

“Six of us killed three deer. I was pretty much a camp rat because of the back. One of the deer was on the ground before I made it to camp. I hobbled around the second kill once I made it to camp.

This morning my back 'thawed out' and I made a token effort. I heard Johnny shoot and he made it to his truck about the same time he did.

He had a six point on the ground and I felt good enough to help him drag it out. Yo Back! We got to the deer and it had come back to life and moved away from where it was shot. Johnny had left his gun at his truck and started yelling, shoot it, shoot it. The deer was thrashing around, but near death. I told Johnny to jump on his back and slit his throat. Johnny did not want any part of that so once I finished laughing I made a kill shot.

Venison for Breakfast, lunch, and dinner makes a pretty good turd.

Great weekend. I might be able to hunt in the morning.”

“HE/I”

“I do like Venison better than meat ya buy at stores. Sounds like yall will be eating good for awhile.
Good luck tommorrow.”

“"Venison for Breakfast, lunch, and dinner makes a pretty good turd."

That one's going into the classic quotes file! Sounds like ya had a good time at deer camp. Good to hear your bac's ok.”

“Congrats on the bounty.”

“"Venison for Breakfast, lunch, and dinner makes a pretty good turd."

TMI, bub.”

“I think if anyone you need more info on the digestive system.

You had like a ruptured appendix didn't you?

TMI, my ass.”

“How would you like it if deer hunted you bacpac?”

“Best jerky I have ever had was from my partners Elk meat ...the best.”

“I guess the same way I would feel if chickens hunted me.

Not really!! There are a lot more chickens than deer and my neighbor raises 20,000 chickens every six weeks.”

“I live where food is grown, raised, and hunted. Alaska is somewhere else.”

“Hunting is the most primative form of capitalism, you make me sick bacpac.”

“settle down, bacpac. i was just ribbin ya.”

“yum yum”

“sounds fun bacpac.

none of my friends will invite me to deer camp anymore....something about a bottle rocket war insued by me, chasing off all the deer in 4 counties...”

“we had deer this weekend, but I layed it in buttermilk for a couple of hours. Don't do it if you like the "wild" taste.

My deer tasted like beef. :( Okay, so it was my first time ever cooking deer.”

“I soak it in salt water for a couple hours, draining off the water at least twice.

Cut it into stew meat size pieces, roll in flour and brown in a dutch oven.

When browned, pour in a cup or two of wine, some beef broth, add carrots, potatoes, celery and season with salt and pepper.

Venison stew is great on a brisk fall day.”

“No such luck for me last weekend.

Didn't see any bucks, or any antlerless elk, so I didn't / couldn't shoot. One of the guys with us saw a really nice 5 x 5 bull elk. He just watched him graze across a small meadow while he worked nack into the timber. No shooting for him either.

So you see, not all hunters are out there to shoot everything that moves. We only shoot at what is legal to shoot.

You can bet since deer seson ends today, that next weekend we will see many large bucks come out of the woodwork. Elk season stays open until Dec 15th or so.”

“Chief, unfortunately, it is the small percentage of hunters who give the remainder a bad name.

And yes, that is how it always works. The biggest bucks I have ever seen have been during the doe season.”

“I dont like the taste of venison, but shooting several deer aday makes me feel more manly.”

“Next week-end is the last for deer up here. I had a doe approach to about 5 metres the morning of opening day two week-ends ago, but have seen nothing since. My buddy got a buck in the first ten minutes of the season. The rest of us have seen only does and wild turkeys since.

I was out Saturday morning, but we had the rugby club AGM at my village pub in the afternoon and I hoisted a few pints against my better intentions and so didn't go out in the afternoon. I went to my girlfriend's place and, since one day out of two on the week-end is devoted to her during deer season, we hiked up Debar Mountain yesterday (report to follow).

Hunting with the buddies and hiking with the squeeze is a pretty good life.

BTW, I wonder what it would feel like to be hunted by a turnip.”

“I love venison. It's real good fer ya!

Hope you gets a big one, bp!!”

“In the area I hunt, the last few years have since an influx of other animals which we never saw before.

Now we have to contend with the grizzly bear...3 years ago, I followed griz tracks from where we loaded an elk into the truck, to the kill spot where it ate the gut pile. We see griz tracks everywhere now. 2 years ago, I came across tracks I wasn't familiar with...they turned out to be mountain lion tracks. And yes, the way they were criss-crossing through the timber, it was hunting too. Now last year, I saw a wolf up on a ridge just sitting there looking. This year we heard a pack of wolves that appeared to be on a hunting trip, or on their way back to the dens from a hunting trip.

So no, we aren't the only animals out there hunting. Are we being hunted? Possibly.”

“Nothing beats the taste of venison steaks cooked over an open fire.”

“I don't think there's any other activity, including backpacking, where you place yourself in place to see the sun slowly rise in the trees, hear the coyotes howling, then the geese flying overhead and watch wild turkeys fly down from the trees and into the field. At least that's what it's like in my part of the world.”

“With the exception of the occasional sound of chattering teeth, it’s the same in my neck of the woods.”

“I would add that if there were no dear left in North America, that would be tradgic. If there were only a few dear left, that would be sad. But that is not the case. We have an over population of dear. Statiscally, if we do not control the dear, cougars, wolves and others will be in our back yard hunting the dear. I do not want to live in Downtown Cincinnati and have to worry about wolves and cougars. I do have dear in my yard. I would have to get two more dogs just protect my children. I say hunt away. If you are not going to eat the meat, let me give you my address.”

“The area we hunt has construction going on. I think within the next two years rifle hunting will be banned on Birch's uncle's farm. No more corn fed deer, (no gamey taste at all). The deer have scattered as is, the rucus from the subdivision going up down the road is disturbing them. And we don't even get to go up this year since we spent so much time in NC. Ended up ordering a 1/4 beef, free range and organic. Won't compare but it's better than supermarket meat cost and, hopefully, taste wise.”

“In my experience (I've never had the chance to taste elk/wapiti or bighorn sheep, both reputed to be the very best), winter hunted caribou is the best meat I've ever tasted. Extra-aged Angus beef is next - very close to caribou, followed by the deer in my part of the world - almost tastes as if it were domestically raised, great in fondues, next is moose, then the northern deer I used to hunt.

Free range, organic, Angus beef is in my not-too-distant future. Of course, lamb and kid are unbeatable and the organic version is available locally. Now that I have a large freezer, I am going to buy two lambs and a kid in the spring; one will be cooked in a méchoui - very popular here.

I also have friends who raise organic, free range, grain fed chickens. Of course wild Canada and snow geese abound, not to mention cottontails and snowshoes - all of it free from added hormones and antibiotics.

Sigh, so much of God's bounty and so little time.”