12.08.2012

Santa's Reindeer??


As soon as the morning fog burned off, I set about deboning the deer that followed me home off'n the boat.

It never fails, as soon as I start butchering or cleaning, scaling or filleting something in the yard, the dawgs are soon at my feet trolling for droppings.
It was like 78 degrees so I kinda hadda hustle to get it did before the meat warmed up.  I muscled the deer out and diced the whole thing, 'cept for the back straps into small bite size pieces. 
We save the long bones to make broth then freeze the broth and it becomes stock for soups and gumbos.
With Peg's help, we got it in the freezer pretty fast.  The Wild Game shelf is under the seafood shelf, in our Cajun freezer.  The seafood shelf is a little light but we not worried.  No tellin' what's gonna follow me home next hitch.  Peg picked at me saying a guy that looks like Santa aughta not butcher a deer in front of God and everybody out in da yard.  She was scared I would scandelize da neighborhood kids
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