genghismike said
I'm guessing you guys hit it yourself, right? Please tell me you hit it yourself.-edit-Also, tanned the hide yourself.I need you in my life.
Naw some woman hit it with her little car. My parents were on their way home and they stopped to make sure she was all right, because it was the middle of February and dark. They decided to wait with her for the police to show up, and my mom calls home to let me and my sister know they'd be late and why. Naturally I ask if the deer was still in good shape and if so could we have it. My mom just hands the phone to my dad, who proceeds to consider my request. He explains that he'll have to ask the woman who hit it, since she technically would have first claim to it.
So he goes to ask her if she wants the deer, and this poor lady is just like "No no no no…" and my dad is thinking that she's thinking the only reason they stopped to help her
was to get the stupid deer. Anyway, long-story-short the cop gave my dad a permit, he comes home to swap the van for the truck, and my sister and I (in our pajamas) throw on our boots and coats and hop in the truck with him to go get it. When we brought it back and gutted it we made a game of trying to name all the internal organs.
We skinned it the next day, and it's pretty neat that this happened in the winter because the doe had a really thick winter coat, which deer don't have during the hunting season, so I wouldn't have ordinarily had the chance to get a fur like that. It's hanging up in our basement right now. Also only the front shoulder was bloodshot where it was hit, so we got a good amount of meat off it.