I have to help butcher a deer
Every year, my father in law goes hunting for wabbits deer. He's hunts during both bow and rifle seasons, and in more recent years, has pretty reliably gotten at least one or two deer, if not more. We've always been happy benefactors to that fact, taking whatever venison they are willing to give up. It doesn't get any fresher, either. He and my mother in law butcher their own, because the professional butchers he's tried have taken too long (I remember hearing one story about the meat spoiling! Ew!), and can be expensive.
This year, they've informed us that we get to help with the butchering if we want a cut (pun intended) of the meat. That's certainly fair and you won't hear me complaining, but I'm just not sure if I can do it.
I am 110% willing to try… It's something I would like to say I've done. It would make me feel more self sufficient and capable… and yes, probably slightly more macho too.
But let's face facts, here. I can't watch the surgery channel without getting squeamish. The same goes for fictional characters in movies getting cut up or going under the knife — especially with todays special effects. The more real it looks, the more it makes me squirm.
So I've promised to try, and try I will. But I'm sure that they don't want me in there vomiting, so if it comes to that I may have to excuse myself. I don't plan on bringing the camera in to that session, either.
Hunting season starts in September!
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