Shot a snack-size deer Monday AM.

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Joe Demko

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80-ish yards, off-hand, about 6:45 AM. A button buck that dressed out at about 80lbs. If there were such a thing as "too much gun" the .300 Savage was too much for this little guy. Lord, did it hammer him. Since I hunt in an area with point-restrictions, and didn't see any 8-point bucks, my antlered deer tag remains unfilled. Won't get out again this season, either. :(
 
There's a long tradition around Texas hunting camps about "camp meat". My father's definition, as he'd send us younguns out to fetch some home, was, "Camp meat is a spike buck, shot in the neck. Don't be bringing back a (bleep!) six-pointer!)" So, we'd look for Mr. Young/and/tender, who'd usually dress out around fifty pounds at most...

Every once in a great while, a game warden might come to the ranch, checking hunting licenses and tags on deer. If invited to stay for lunch or supper, he'd usually sorta grin and say, "No, I don't reckon I oughta..."

:), Art
 
fawn nominal

The moment you touch off a round, the forces of nature conspire to a. reduce the distance you thought was 200 yards to about 140, b. shrink that 160 lb doe to 80 or so, and c. cause your landowner friend to drop out of the sky in his super cub to "give you a hand" when you thought you were alone and no one would ever know. Happened to me last weekend. Story of my life.

I bet my deer's smaller'n yours!

Looks like Rin-Tin-Tin hanging in the garage.
 
Now quickly strip them backstraps off, butterfly them into steaks, and get them on the grill- no finer eating can be found on this earth than backstraps off a young deer. :cool:
 
did it look like this?

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'snack sized deer' = fawn?????????? :D

I did that one year, too, but it was a doe.

At the time (late 50s) our family heavily depended on wild game to supplement our table menues.

The doe I shot probably dressed out 70-60 pounds and my dad had a fizzy fit.........dang....I can still see and hear him ranting that I waisted my doe tag on such a small deer. :)
 
I helped with the guided deer hunt at Ft Hood, TX about 20 yrs ago. We had a hunter shoot at a deer, but claim he missed. I looked around the stand he was in and found a little doe that had been shot through the hindquarters. He claimed he didn't know he hit her and that through his scope she looked much larger. We told him he had to tag her and that she was his deer. He balked, but went ahead. Then he came up with the excuse that he did not have a knife to gut her. I provided that. He then claimed not to know how, I also provided verbal instructions. It took a looong time, but he completed the task. If I remember correctly, the dressed weight was around 35 lbs. Pretty expensive venison.
 
Battlespace I am suprised you didn't wring that guys neck!! :fire: He sounds about as worthless as they come. Hell I gutted my very first deer when I was 12, it was a little traumatic because I screwed it up, but after I got the hang of it is a very simple job.
 
We call 'em sandwich deer... - young tender venison back strap lightly floured and fried in butter w/ a little garlic salt...Nothin' eats better! Reminds me of the year I hunted a friend's farm in western WI. Got a button buck, and then the next day was out again, heard a shot, saw a guy walk out of the woods to his truck and drive away.

He had been in a little wooded knoll and I wondered what he had shot at so I went in and shortly found the tiniest damn little deer I've ever seen in my life - gutshot but dead. I don't believe in wasting meat when you find it and it were mighty tender...
 
You've heard of ground shrinkage? Well last year my doe suffered just the opposite- It GREW... a pair of testicles!! :what: As I walked up on it ( a GREAT head shot at about 100yards) I noticed some furry appendages between its legs- and two little buttons protruding between the ears- boy- was I ticked. :fire: This year I'm either going to shoot the monster doe or nothing.
 
I used to think it wrong, but it's just so damn good, I can't get away from it.

I'm here to tell you: as a Texan, I've had a lot of wonderful chicken fried steak, but I've never had any as transcendent as that which my wonderful wife has made from the backstrap of a young doe I've brought home. She takes the backside of our heaviest chef's knife and pounds the seasoned flour into the cleaned-up chops before frying 'em up in light olive oil.
 
Ate some of it yesterday. Fried it in a black iron skillet, seasoned with garlic, black pepper and onion. Ate it on a roll with fried bell peppers and freshly grated parmesan cheese. Washed it down with a big amarone.
You may all feel free to envy me.


p.s. Dad bagged a couple more, so I now have plenty of venison despite my limited opportunity to hunt. I wish, I wish, we had Sunday hunting in PA. As it is, it seems like the seasons are set up to cater to the retired and the unemployed.
 
The only explanation i can think of is that there is a possibility that some of your venison doesn't taste like our southern Nebraska deer. If it did, i have doubts you'd bread corn fed loin or venison backstrap or use it for sandwich meat. Thats why they sell Gyros. We are talking fillet mignon class of cuts here. But hey..it's your meat.
 
Look, you need to understand how seriously we take our chicken-fried steak down here. It's something akin to a religion. ;)

A friend of mine was going to write a coffee table book on chicken fried steak joints across America. Then he did some research. Not only has it been done, but there's one for just Texas! :)
 
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