Friday, December 28, 2007

City Girl sees Dead Deer


So, my husband killed a deer. I actually will prepare and eat the processed deer, which is a far cry from when we got engaged, when I almost fainted from mortification seeing the dead doe he killed. This year, on Christmas Day, my sister-in-law (Kerri) said "Quinn killed a deer!". And I cringed. I know. Horrible. I went outside and saw this huge deer (Quinn was smiling ear to ear) with big antlers sitting in the back of Mitt's Polaris. Yikes. Corin and Silas watched him CLEAN the deer (hello, why the heck do we use the term CLEAN to cut apart a dead animal? Just asking) and were not affected. I was affected, FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE thinking about him cleaning the deer.


So now, I'm home. SOMEHOW, the deer's head made its way into a black garbage bag and into my minivan and rode home with us for three hours without me realizing it. I'm glad I didn't know. Now. Quinn. Is BOILING the head in a giant pot to take off the skin so that he may put the antlers on a rack (that will not go in the house, by the way). I got a peek. Not pretty. It's very interesting.


I'm glad for the meat. Free meat for at least two months (possibly three). Thanks babe. I'll probably never go hunting with you. But, I think you're going to be okay with that.

19 comments:

Crissy said...

I'm so very proud of you, dear friend. Enjoy your meat.

Kimmi said...

yea, quinn!!!! i'm proud of you, kim. you didn't freak out or puke. good for you!

Melissa said...

Kim, I can so identify! I am not one who discourages hunting, I'm all for it. I don't see the deer as another charactor from Bambi. But I don't want to be involved with the entire process before it ends up in a pot cooking in front of me. I've been told if you ever visit a slaughter house you will become a vegetarian. or a chicken house for that matter. Interesting. Also interested in Les's reaction to this post, if she reads it! I'm so bad. By the way, congratulations, Quinn, on the big kill. Brian would be totally jealous.

heather said...

Oh my Goodness!!! I am all for free meat but I don't want to every see it freshly dead. I am so glad Darrin does not hunt I could not take the head boiling in the pot in the house. I wrote that so Ginger would have to read it again if see reads this.

Rachel Garcia said...

wow.. you are a great wife! I too would not want to see any part of the process.. isn't interesting that God created these men to do this? subdue and rule.. i guess that mean gutting too! yikes.

Kim said...

He did NOT boil it in the house. Back porch. With something he borrowed from Dave Johnson.

Missy said...

Knowing you makes this all the more funny! I can just imagine the dear head boiling in a pot in your kitchen.
And that dear meat oughta last a lot longer than 2 or 3 months. It last a LONG time.
HMMMM, Venison Country Style Steak good!

Missy said...

Oh, we must have been posting at the same time.
OK...boiling outside is not near as funny. YOu should have let us all have our fun and think it was the kitchen!

Marsha said...

I've never heard it called "cleaning" before. It's always been gutting the deer (or other such animal). Much more appropriate word, don't you think?

Marsha said...

Heather...how funny! Freshly dead. It reminds me of my son-in-law, Travis, over in Africa. When we were over there in April, we happened upon a zebra who had recently given birth. We watched as the baby stood up and then Travis blurts out, "Look, he's freshly born!".

Burt said...

quinn ... the beast master

MattD said...

Nice buck...I haven't shot anything this year. I'll have to come over and gawk...Heather won't touch any deer meat..anything I shoot I eat..

Amy said...

I can remember dating a guy in highschool who cut up a deer on the sidewalk next to his house...we were supposed to be hanging out together...but the deer won out! I promised myself then that I would not marry a hunter!
That same guy tried cooking deer meat for me one night (hamburger patties) only the inside was bright red. It took me some time to ever venture to eat deer meat. But, now I will cook the meat and I love the sausage for breakfast casserole. A friend of ours cooks tenderloin and it was delicious!!

Cheryl said...

Some friends of ours once invited us over for venison Sloppy Joes. I prepared myself ahead of time so that I wouldn't look like some wimpy city girl and determined that I would eat the meal before me. I was doing pretty well, too...until the hunter of the family pointed to a buck head on the wall and said, "That's the deer I got the meat from right there." Looking up, I could have sworn that deer was making eye contact with me as I was munching... I couldn't take another bite. Guess I am a wimpy city girl.

Kim said...

Cheryl, that's the way I felt nine years ago when I first saw a deer that Quinn killed. I still only like venison if it is VERY marinated or in spaghetti or tacos or something. Country Fried Venison Steak is good, too. LOTS of gravy. It has a gamey taste. I succombed to eating venison about four years ago when I saw that it was free and we couldn't afford to buy meat very often. The boys love it.

C.HILL said...

Quinn got off a good texas heart shot & it didn't even hurt any meat. Me and dad dropped of the meat at the processing place [Leland Tire & butcher shop] to have it ready for cooking. I like berlys blog so im going to make one myself. My mom is over my shoulder to make sure I dont mess up too bad.

Missy said...

Um Hello...you didn't call me back today and you havn't commented on my blog in 4 entries. I am getting a complex.
Affirm me. A breif case filled with ONE MILLION (pinky finger by my mouth) is an acceptable affirmation!

I'm just kidding...I'm not that needy...Yes I am...No I'm not...Yes I am...NO aghhh!

Marsha said...

Please check my blog for an urgent prayer request update.

Abbey said...

Matt's deer ("8 point" as he pointed out just now... "one more than Quinn's") What a goob.
Anyway, not only are all 8 of those points hanging on our den wall, so is the head. So be glad Quinn's boiling that off, so it's just horns to hang. But I've come to embrace the deer head. He even gets adorned every Christmas with a wreath around the neck and jingle bells dangling form the antlers. I do still hate the way he stares at me though. It's creepy.
Congrats to Quinn on this most manly accomplishment!