What's new
Forums
Members
Resources
Whopper Club
Politics
Pics
Videos
Fishing Reports
Classifieds
Log in
Register
What's new
Search
Search
Search titles only
By:
Members
Resources
Whopper Club
Politics
Menu
Log in
Register
Install the app
Install
Forums
Hunting
Big Game Hunting
Deer
Deer Camp Tale: You Want Fries With Those Eyes? Article by Phil Bourjaily
JavaScript is disabled. For a better experience, please enable JavaScript in your browser before proceeding.
You are using an out of date browser. It may not display this or other websites correctly.
You should upgrade or use an
alternative browser
.
Reply to thread
Message
<blockquote data-quote="Vollmer" data-source="post: 70697" data-attributes="member: 8014"><p><span style="font-family: 'arial'"><span style="color: #000000"><img src="http://www.fieldandstream.com/sites/fieldandstream.com/files/styles/article_image_full/public/philsnowstory.jpg?itok=_nMtTJfE" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'arial'"><span style="color: #000000"><em>Illustration by Dan Vasconcellos</em></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'arial'"><span style="color: #000000"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'arial'"><span style="color: #000000">The group of farmers I used to hunt with sure knew how to butcher meat. In the course of an evening they’d reduce all the deer hanging in our shed to a row of cardboard boxes full of neat, white packages, one box for each member of the party. There was always a cooler of Mountain Dew in the corner and a gas grill outside to cook up bites of backstrap.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'arial'"><span style="color: #000000"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'arial'"><span style="color: #000000">During one of these sessions, one of the farmers, Lonny, arrived late and staggered through the shed door far too drunk to be of any use.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'arial'"><span style="color: #000000">“Don’t worry about it. We’ll cut up your share for you,” the others told him, taking the sharp implements out of his hands and steering him toward a folding chair.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'arial'"><span style="color: #000000"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'arial'"><span style="color: #000000">Lonny awoke when it was time to go, embarrassed by his behavior. He noticed his box of venison was a little fuller than the rest. If he’d looked carefully, he’d have found the difference was a large, curiously lumpy package labeled “Leg Roast.” </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'arial'"><span style="color: #000000"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'arial'"><span style="color: #000000">“I’ve got more than everyone else,” he protested.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'arial'"><span style="color: #000000"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'arial'"><span style="color: #000000">“It’s okay. You deserve it,” they said, ushering him out.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'arial'"><span style="color: #000000"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'arial'"><span style="color: #000000">One day that winter Lonny’s wife must have gone down to the freezer and fetched a package of venison. She would have unwrapped the paper, revealing a mass of intestines, ears, tails, teeth—even a nose—topped with whitetail eyes goggling at her from the top of the heap. Farm wives see their share of blood and guts, but she probably screamed anyway. No one knew for sure, because Lonny never said a word about it. But he never came to deer butchering drunk again, either.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'arial'"><span style="color: #000000"><em>This story originally ran in the February 2002 issue of </em>Field & Stream<em>.</em></span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Vollmer, post: 70697, member: 8014"] [FONT=arial][COLOR=#000000][IMG]http://www.fieldandstream.com/sites/fieldandstream.com/files/styles/article_image_full/public/philsnowstory.jpg?itok=_nMtTJfE[/IMG][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][I]Illustration by Dan Vasconcellos[/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000] The group of farmers I used to hunt with sure knew how to butcher meat. In the course of an evening they’d reduce all the deer hanging in our shed to a row of cardboard boxes full of neat, white packages, one box for each member of the party. There was always a cooler of Mountain Dew in the corner and a gas grill outside to cook up bites of backstrap. [/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000]During one of these sessions, one of the farmers, Lonny, arrived late and staggered through the shed door far too drunk to be of any use.[/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000]“Don’t worry about it. We’ll cut up your share for you,” the others told him, taking the sharp implements out of his hands and steering him toward a folding chair. [/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000]Lonny awoke when it was time to go, embarrassed by his behavior. He noticed his box of venison was a little fuller than the rest. If he’d looked carefully, he’d have found the difference was a large, curiously lumpy package labeled “Leg Roast.” [/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000]“I’ve got more than everyone else,” he protested. [/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000]“It’s okay. You deserve it,” they said, ushering him out. [/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000]One day that winter Lonny’s wife must have gone down to the freezer and fetched a package of venison. She would have unwrapped the paper, revealing a mass of intestines, ears, tails, teeth—even a nose—topped with whitetail eyes goggling at her from the top of the heap. Farm wives see their share of blood and guts, but she probably screamed anyway. No one knew for sure, because Lonny never said a word about it. But he never came to deer butchering drunk again, either.[/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][I]This story originally ran in the February 2002 issue of [/I]Field & Stream[I].[/I][/COLOR][/FONT] [/QUOTE]
Verification
What is the most common fish caught on this site?
Post reply
Recent Posts
Tammy Miller
Latest: Lycanthrope
24 minutes ago
Kristi Noem Dog Killer
Latest: guywhofishes
Today at 6:45 AM
Sak
Sak - New Town Area 5/4
Latest: ndfinfan
Today at 5:04 AM
Oahe report Mobridge
Latest: Rowdie
Yesterday at 10:38 PM
Riddle Me This.....
Latest: CatDaddy
Yesterday at 8:55 PM
NFL News (Vikings)
Latest: Obi-Wan
Yesterday at 7:15 PM
Melatonin
Latest: wslayer
Yesterday at 11:09 AM
RR
Red River 5-5-24
Latest: Captainbrad
Yesterday at 7:49 AM
Big Muddy
Latest: guywhofishes
Yesterday at 6:53 AM
Hemp clothing
Latest: Sum1
Saturday at 5:53 PM
Bank runs
Latest: 1bigfokker
Saturday at 5:00 PM
Bismarck roads and driving
Latest: Trip McNeely
Saturday at 10:28 AM
DEA is looking to drop marijuana down to a schedule 2 or 3 drug
Latest: lunkerslayer
Saturday at 8:56 AM
F
Bis to lose boat ramp
Latest: Fester
Friday at 10:55 PM
Electric Vehicles
Latest: lunkerslayer
Friday at 9:33 PM
Answer me this
Latest: svnmag
Friday at 8:18 PM
Spring
Latest: grumster
Friday at 3:11 PM
What boat ramp open in Bismark
Latest: Sluggo
Friday at 10:38 AM
Rain
Latest: Maddog
Friday at 2:09 AM
You paddledoggers are quiet...
Latest: cooter00
Thursday at 5:26 PM
Friends of NDA
Forums
Hunting
Big Game Hunting
Deer
Deer Camp Tale: You Want Fries With Those Eyes? Article by Phil Bourjaily
Top
Bottom