Hey gang! Had to run down to the convenience store tonight. On the way back up the hill, I saw a car pulled over with its flashers on. So I stopped to see if I could help. The poor lady had hit a deer. She was fine, her car was still driveable. But the poor deer wasn't so lucky.

Good sized doe. She was paralyzed, and trying to drag herself away by her front legs, without much success. Rather than wait on the police, I decided to put her out of her misery.

She stirred once when I walked up to her, and twitched once when I put my hand on her neck and said a brief prayer for her spirit. But when I gave her the
coup de grace she didn't even flinch- I think she died just before the blade touched her neck.
Anyway, to make a long story no more painful, the lady who hit the deer and her husband didn't want the meat. The nice police officer gave me a tag, and the husband and I dragged her up to the road and loaded her into the back of my Forester. It took the two of us- she is not a small deer. So it's now almost 10 PM and I have a deer to deal with. My first time field dressing a deer.

Okay, our ancestors did this with stone tools, I've studied how it's done- how hard can it be?

You folks who have done this know what I was up against. So, I have her on the ground, and have just made the first cut when I hear a chorus of yips and howls. Good news: my neighbor hasn't exterminated the local Eastern Coyote pack. Bad news: they're in my north woods, and CLOSE. Crap! Went and got my Lady Wife and the dog, just in case I needed to scare them off, but they apparently had found their own dinner. So, back to the unpleasant process of turning a beautiful forest creature into roasts and chops. Not as easy as I imagined- everything is connected to everything else, and. . . eww.

Suffice it to say that despite my inexperience and unexpected squeamishness, I managed to get the deer's insides outside, while keeping what's inside the insides inside. Fun anatomy lesson- never got to dissect a critter in biology class. And yeah, when I finally got the heart out, I had to hold it up over my head and do the caveman "RAAAAAARRRRRRRH!" for my Lady Wife.
The toughest part was hoisting her up out of reach of the Coyotes. Must have been the friction of the tow strap I used against the branch, but it was all I could do to get her off the ground, much less up in the air any distance. She can't be that heavy!
Tomorrow I either take the deer to a butcher, or take the whole day off and butcher her myself. That I have done before, but it was a little spike buck my Father-in-law shot from the bedroom window. "Doezilla" is going to be a LOT of work. I just have to keep thinking of roast venison, venison stew, venison sauerbraten, my venison teryaki, etc.
