Some of my earliest memories were hearing gunshots late at night, and running in my parent’s bedroom to tell them somebody was shooting on our place.
My father replied that it was most likely one of the neighbors who had a large family shooting deer to feed their children. He further enjoined me not to tell anyone lest the game wardens come and arrest a neighbor and fine them, even take away their gun.
I remember asking my father why he allowed those game wardens on the place, if they were so nefarious as that, and he replied they were the law, and there were laws against shooting deer out of season. He had no choice but to allow them on the place.
In the over half a century since then, the alfalfa fields of the dairy farmers are long gone, and here in a couple of weeks I’ll be privileged to allow about a dozen of my old friends and neighbors to hunt deer on the place.
But I’ve never really liked venison. I’ve always considered a deer something a poor man poached to feed his hungry kids because he couldn’t afford beef, pork, or chicken.
The old saying used to be nobody loved deer but the game wardens.
But many of the younger generation profess they actually like the taste of venison.
I make sure and give them all they want, but it’s my opinion people eat deer as an excuse to hunt deer, not because they really like the taste.
There are plenty of possums around, and nobody I know admits to eating possum, although years ago many a poor child’s plate had possum or no meat at all.
How about you?
Do you actually like venison?
My father replied that it was most likely one of the neighbors who had a large family shooting deer to feed their children. He further enjoined me not to tell anyone lest the game wardens come and arrest a neighbor and fine them, even take away their gun.
I remember asking my father why he allowed those game wardens on the place, if they were so nefarious as that, and he replied they were the law, and there were laws against shooting deer out of season. He had no choice but to allow them on the place.
In the over half a century since then, the alfalfa fields of the dairy farmers are long gone, and here in a couple of weeks I’ll be privileged to allow about a dozen of my old friends and neighbors to hunt deer on the place.
But I’ve never really liked venison. I’ve always considered a deer something a poor man poached to feed his hungry kids because he couldn’t afford beef, pork, or chicken.
The old saying used to be nobody loved deer but the game wardens.
But many of the younger generation profess they actually like the taste of venison.
I make sure and give them all they want, but it’s my opinion people eat deer as an excuse to hunt deer, not because they really like the taste.
There are plenty of possums around, and nobody I know admits to eating possum, although years ago many a poor child’s plate had possum or no meat at all.
How about you?
Do you actually like venison?
