Tuesday, December 08, 2009

Roastless Doe?

It felt more like early October in Dekalb Co. Tennessee instead of late November as I settled into a dog house blind. I had chosen this set up because it was so warm that I would be wearing a t-shirt and the cedar thicket I was hunting had no trees to climb. I was hid so well by the blind that a doe approached on the old game trail to 35 yards before I dropped her with my Knight Wolverine muzzle loader. All I could think about as I dressed her in the late morning sun was, I can't wait to eat one on my wife's wonderful deer roasts.
On the way home my father (Big Papaw) was wondering how I planned to cut the deer up and make it to work in time after our five hour drive home. I told him I planned to quarter it up and pack it into a big cooler  until I had time to finish processing it. My father is getting soft in his old age and said he didn't want me to have to stay up late. He knew I never took deer to processors because I did not want to pay for something I could do my self (I am cheap).  He said " let's stop at J.O. Adams and I will pay to cut it up.  I thought its free and on the way (Adam's place is in Claxton) I might as well let him do it.
It was only four days  til I could pick up the meat and the cost to my kindly father was only fifty dollars. I showed up and got the bags full of meat and went home only to realize that my bags held no roasts. I called Mr. Adams and he assured me he would make it right by cutting me roasts off some other deer, but I have yet to hear back from him in 3 weeks. So the moral of my story is..... "Don't let another man handle your meat.........you will always regret it later".

1 comment:

  1. I've heard lots of stories like this. I've never shot a deer, but hope to after Christmas. My partner and I are thinking about processing them ourselves, and this is just reason all the more.