This is an article my wife does not want me to write. She has a policy against sharing family secrets that cause us embarrassment. Since we take ourselves too seriously, I’m willing to risk embarrassment for the common good, especially if it’s about the crazy side of our family. This one hits too close to home for her. Sorry Honey.
Our secret is that we eat road kill. Before you wrinkle your nose and cancel your dinner plans at our house, please realize that a deer killed by a bullet tastes the same as one killed by your bumper. There is a way to turn an accident into delicious table fare since any deer can be delicious and any deer can be inedible if not timely processed. I’ve never had bad road kill since cars are usually more efficient deer killers than hunters, especially in my family.
Years ago I was on the county road kill list, which should inspire Jeff Foxworthy to say “You know you are a redneck when you are on the county road kill list.” When there was a deer accident in the neighborhood, I would get a call from the sheriff giving me the details and location. If it was fresh, in decent shape and I was available, I would meet the sheriff feeling like a detective being called to a crime scene. Being on the road kill list increased my odds of obtaining venison but it did disrupt a few intimate evenings with my wife. When duty calls, you need to answer.
There are many advantages to road kill vs. traditionally-harvested venison. With road kill, you don’t need to buy a license and Minnesota makes the process easy by the local sheriff giving you a permit to possess the carcass. That usually is the end of the formalities except once when butchering a deer in July, another sheriff paid me a visit to see what I was up to. After showing him the permit, he was much friendlier.
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