Winestock North....I would love that..at Pepere's place in the mountains!!
Every evening we would feed the deer. As soon as they heard the corn rattle in the coffee can the whole heard would run down off the mountain and eat within inches of us.
They are such beautiful animals. I've had the job of cutting and packing the meat for the freezer.
Had something strange happen a couple of weeks ago. My daughter came back from her dad's with a hind quarter in a garbage bag. So I had the job of cutting it up (no one else wanted to do it). I was usling my left had to hold the leg while slicing the meat off and my hand started and itching and burning so bad I had to quit.
Must be allergic to something there. After that I was afraid to eat it.
Has that happened to anyone else out there?