Cut and Wrapped

I was thinking of holding out for a buck until a fat doe trotted out this Saturday. A fat doe equals a hundred and forty, dressed.
A big set of antlers or a really heavy deer makes for good bragging rights and rightly so. I'll pass for the fishing and the bird hunting that takes up the time to scope trophy racks. The freezer is (very freshly) full of chops and steaks and roasts and a big pile of quality grind ready to be made into any tasty thing.