But then the fun begins. Everybody is willing to hunt, shoot, dress out, skin, even part out - but the butchering - the real, all the way down to perfect meat butchering - nobody wants to do - especially me.
But we do - I do, they do, my friend does, the boys' friends do - until I am begging for relief. I am only writing now because Cord and Beau are going to finish the very last bits tonight. They are preparing as we speak. The picture above is how a pile of meat arrives in the kitchen. This happens to be neck meat - what I call 'less desirable' - or "grinder" - that's what would be on the package. This buck was big and in the rut so his neck was enlarged. It's riddled with tendon and sinew which does not make for yummy steaks.
We label the packages with "V" for venison, the year, 2011 and a brief description - like - 1 Large Hunk - Beautiful!, or, 3 Sm. Perfect Hunks - Lovely, or even, 1 perfect hunk, one not - stuff like that.
This happens to be my brother Michael's buck so I labeled that too.
We await the test results for CWD - Chronic Wasting Disease - something we do every year. If it comes back positive, it's doubtful we'll eat the meat but if not - we will feast - recipes to follow. Right now - I need a break - we had pork chops tonight.
I just made plans to eat venison with my mother for Thanksgiving - a perfect menu. I will prepare my mother's famous Venison Stroganoff with all the trimmings.