Ralph spotted a dead deer and on close inspection it was obvious it had been hit on her back legs which broke both kegs and shattered her pelvis. She was intact and not smelly with even her eyes still in place.
To cut a long grisly story short, Ralph butchered and I washed and wrapped the joints and put them all in the freezer. There is a bag for Moss too of course.
The only part we kept fresh id the fillet which is at present making nice warm dinnery smells in the kitchen.
It feels very satisfying to be eating wild venison for no cost except a little effort.
(Readers may have read a previous post about the "road kill" pheasant, well that of course counts as wild food except for the fact that pheasants are bred for shooting and are really factory farmed, albeit a big factory with plenty of light and scope to wander).
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