We ate tenderloins for lunch today, after coming in from the morning hunt. Tenderloins means. . . we have fresh venison hanging!
I am thankful that DH got himself a nice buck last night. A wide-racked 7-point that really wanted to be a 10-point. He had one brow tine broken off (which would have made him an eight), and had two more tines that were not quite an inch long (which would have made him a ten).
Good eating, no matter how many points he had, or didn't have. :0)
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