Oh, Deer

Last Wednesday, we headed to our hometown in Indiana to celebrate Thanksgiving with our families. We pulled into Crawfordsville around 10:30 PM - too late to really do anything that night, right? Well, no. My family is generally night-owl-y, so it wasn't unusual for us to be up past midnight enjoying each other's company. Besides, we had to have a Thanksgiving lunch rather than dinner this year due to my dad's work schedule. As a result, Mom and I were already intending on staying up through most of the night to prepare the majority of our meal.

When 2:00 AM rolled around, we were still trucking like nobody's business. Richard decided to leave my parents' house to go home, but he returned about 15 minutes later, saying that he hit a deer on his way home. Actually, a deer hit him. So, of course, Mom, Trevor, and Brad jump in the car go witness the scene of the accident and check out the deer. Somehow, with minimal damage to the vehicle Richard was driving, the little doe was killed. What does my family do? Well, put it in the back of the truck, of course!

We had to call the police to report the accident and get some sort of permission to keep the deer even though none of us had hunting licenses. While the police officer was in the front yard, Brad was doing some hasty youtube research on how to fielddress a deer. With no gloves, and a Ginsu kitchen knife, Brad proceeded to gut Bambi's mother and hang her from a tree in our backyard. We finally made it to bed around 4:00 in the morning. But she was worth it! We got her processed on Thanksgiving day, but the people were appalled when they found out it was roadkill. (You might be a redneck if...) We got 30 pounds of meet off of her, though. Brad's currently preparing some jerky, thanks to a little help from our friend Pat, who is a venison expert. It'll be interesting to eat something that Brad helped "prepare."

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