Hunting Season Opens
Twelve minutes after dawn I harvested this nice little eight pointer.
By 7:30am I was washed up and drinking coffee in my sisters kitchen.
I had a knew knife and I was amazed the ease it cut through the rib-cage, sternum to collar in one slice. It was a K-Bar my wife gave me for Christmas last year. The only problem I had with the field cleaning was my rubber gloves had dried out, so I just worked with bare hands. Not too messy.
This one was big enough to have professional butchering done. That makes my wife happy. It keeps my kitchen from looking like a crime scene. I am a better hunter than a butcher. Just sayin.
--It was a good day, tater.