oh deer god!

Got back to chez-grimm, cleaned off the cow slobber and relaxed for the afternoon.

A call comes in from Chad’s brother-in-law and I soon hear that he’s en-route over with a deer… a dead one of course. His friend who owed him a favor had nabbed one in West Virginia earlier that day. (it’s deer season there a week earlier than in PA).

Kevin suggests that I stay in the house and wagers that “deer processing” will send me to the bathroom up-chucking my lunch.

I love a dare.

Chad’s dad is ready for the arrival in the garage with hack saw, knives and specially designed deer carcass hanger which is attached to an overhead beam.

I stood there and witnessed the “subject” go from Bambi, to Hell Raiser prop to “meat” like you’d see at the store.

Father Grimm knows his way around a deer’s anatomy like a pro – and disassembles the animal with Hanibal Lecter accuracy and efficiency. (note to self – NEVER PISS OFF CHAD’S DAD).

Surprisingly I didn’t get too squeamish at the sights, but the sounds were unexplainably… well… creepy.

The useable meat was cut from the body, stored in a trash bag and carried off by Chad’s mom. Legs, head, and other unusable parts were put in another bag.

The men returned into the house after cleaning up the garage and some of the fresh meat was prepared – pan fried, served with a meat-drippings sauce.

I tried a piece.. It was good…

I won the dare… And I experienced something I normally wouldn’t.

Thank goodness Kev didn’t dare me not to not-blog about this.