Well, a pretty nice 3x4 really messed up first thing on Sunday morning and gave me the chance to screw up his day. 150 yard shot with my.243 and the work began - he fell down a small hill where I couldn't see him get up. I looked and tracked for about 6 hours until I found him. I just finished cutting him up - the last of the meat went into sausage headed for the smoker tomorrow. The BEST part is that my step-daughters who are REALLY city girls, helped me finish him up tonight - I have to say it was pretty cool to see them cutting and grinding and stuffing while their mom just cringed :twisted:
