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<blockquote data-quote="Calamity" data-source="post: 1819370" data-attributes="member: 112048"><p>My father began taking me deer hunting and fishing while I was in single digit years. I didn't carry a gun until I was a teen ager, but I made campfire coffee and eggs, and helped with the camp. Usually, there were several brothers-in-law, friends, etc. along. We took our kills home en-toto, hung them on the back porch, dressed them out and cut up the meat. My Mom worked a hand grinder and mixed cuts of pork with the venison to make sausage. We packed several hundred pounds of venison into two freezers, and ate it all year, along with hamburger, chicken and fish for variety. We had a garden that produced most of the tomatoes and green vegetables we ate. Mom raised chickens. She was a great cook. On the way home from a hunt, I usually fell asleep in the back seat listening to them talk about the terrain, feed, average annual carcass weight and a blow-by-blow account of the individual kills. I helped clean and dress the deer, and hated every minute of it. I still hate it, and have not hunted since I got out of the Marines in '65. I still love guns and shooting, but don't kill anything. As much as I dislike the blood and guts, I would do it all again to relive all the other stuff that went with it. I think you have gotten some good advice from the other guys that have posted. Go hunting with your friends.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Calamity, post: 1819370, member: 112048"] My father began taking me deer hunting and fishing while I was in single digit years. I didn't carry a gun until I was a teen ager, but I made campfire coffee and eggs, and helped with the camp. Usually, there were several brothers-in-law, friends, etc. along. We took our kills home en-toto, hung them on the back porch, dressed them out and cut up the meat. My Mom worked a hand grinder and mixed cuts of pork with the venison to make sausage. We packed several hundred pounds of venison into two freezers, and ate it all year, along with hamburger, chicken and fish for variety. We had a garden that produced most of the tomatoes and green vegetables we ate. Mom raised chickens. She was a great cook. On the way home from a hunt, I usually fell asleep in the back seat listening to them talk about the terrain, feed, average annual carcass weight and a blow-by-blow account of the individual kills. I helped clean and dress the deer, and hated every minute of it. I still hate it, and have not hunted since I got out of the Marines in '65. I still love guns and shooting, but don't kill anything. As much as I dislike the blood and guts, I would do it all again to relive all the other stuff that went with it. I think you have gotten some good advice from the other guys that have posted. Go hunting with your friends. [/QUOTE]
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