Best venison for me was a rather mediocre Julie buck taken in a dry lake bed in NW Nevada near the Jackson Mountains and where they attempt the land speed records. King Lear peak was in the backdrop. In the midst of a drought, they were irrigating an alfalfa field on free range land. That deer had no doubt visited the alfalfa regularly! Last day of the hunt, and I figured it was my best last chance at punching my tag. He wasn't huge, but I chose wisely on the venison! That was right before they started outlawing travel across state lines with deer bones. I was told they would all taste like sage, but they were definitely wrong!