I grew up in a home of hunters.
And every year, around this time, we could expect to come home and find a deer hanging from our deck.
Yes. It was bizarre.
But we didn't know that.
We actually looked forward to it.
Because it meant something special to us.
It meant another winter with meat stocked in the freezer.
It meant another year of deer jerkey.
And it meant alot of deer burgers and vegetable soup.
And I loved it.
So you can imagine my joy when I got a call from my brother in law asking me if I wanted to split a deer with him....
Followed quickly by a text from my brother who also killed his first deer of the season yesterday.
I haven't had deer meat in like 4 years.
And now I have plenty of it coming to a freezer near me. (A.K.A. In my garage....) (A.K.A. The one seen HERE)
I haven't smiled this big since the week that I lost 5 lbs.
Oh wait, that never happened....
But you get it...
It's the simple things in life....