I imagine that you've heard of the "Farm to Table" movement in the world of food.
Well, here's a "Roadkill to Table" story:
Out here in the country, we don't often get a knock on the door after dark. It was 8pm a couple weeks ago, and there on my porch were a young couple looking sheepish and very worried. "I hit a deer, and its way over there, in your yard." It was too dark to see it. "I think it's just hobbled, back legs broken I suppose" the driver said. "What do we do now?"
Knowing my next door neighbor is a hunter and is fully equipped to process a deer, I told the couple to head home. "I'll take care of it" I said.
So, they left, I put the boots on and trudged out about 50 yards with the flashlight; yup, there she was and hardly able to move.
Contacted the neighbor who called the DEC, and the officer happened to be nearby. Five minutes later he was in my driveway. After a brief interview he strode over to the deer and immediately dispatched it with his revolver. We offered him a beer, but he was on duty for awhile longer.
I got the tag and the deer.
My neighbor came over with his headlamp and 4 year old daughter. They both put on long purple surgical gloves and had that animal gutted in about 2 minutes, right there on my lawn. The coyotes had a bloody banquet that night.
Last night I pulled a couple back straps out of the freezer.
My neighbor had done a nice butchering job, although there was one strand of fur I had to pick out.
A little olive oil, salt, garlic and freshly ground pepper. Medium rare.
It was a fabulous dinner, I must say.
Well, here's a "Roadkill to Table" story:
Out here in the country, we don't often get a knock on the door after dark. It was 8pm a couple weeks ago, and there on my porch were a young couple looking sheepish and very worried. "I hit a deer, and its way over there, in your yard." It was too dark to see it. "I think it's just hobbled, back legs broken I suppose" the driver said. "What do we do now?"
Knowing my next door neighbor is a hunter and is fully equipped to process a deer, I told the couple to head home. "I'll take care of it" I said.
So, they left, I put the boots on and trudged out about 50 yards with the flashlight; yup, there she was and hardly able to move.
Contacted the neighbor who called the DEC, and the officer happened to be nearby. Five minutes later he was in my driveway. After a brief interview he strode over to the deer and immediately dispatched it with his revolver. We offered him a beer, but he was on duty for awhile longer.
I got the tag and the deer.
My neighbor came over with his headlamp and 4 year old daughter. They both put on long purple surgical gloves and had that animal gutted in about 2 minutes, right there on my lawn. The coyotes had a bloody banquet that night.
Last night I pulled a couple back straps out of the freezer.
My neighbor had done a nice butchering job, although there was one strand of fur I had to pick out.
A little olive oil, salt, garlic and freshly ground pepper. Medium rare.
It was a fabulous dinner, I must say.