I was busy in the kitchen from 6:30pm last night until shortly after midnight canning several pints of tasty venison. Lot of work trimming the membrane and fat off of all the meat but when I pop one of those jars in the future all the knife work will be worth it.
The funny thing is at work a lot of us always ask each other what we got planned after work and I got a lot of weird looks when I said I was going to can the majority of the deer I shot on Saturday. Not that I shot a deer, I work with a few hunters and a lot "retired" hunters, just that I was canning venison.
So is canning that strange of an ordeal for a 31 year old male to do?
I can all year round, mostly salsa, preserves and jams, thinking about making pickles next summer. Growing up my father always did the canning in our family so I don't find it all that strange myself. I do have a hard time finding new jars after October, but I did find out Sunday that the grocery store up the street has a limited selection year round. I was happy to hear that.
If you want to know about the deer, little yearling button buck, not sure if you can call it a buck because it's package was extra tiny and had ovaries on the insides. (not undescended testicles because I located them too) When I first shot it, I thought it was a young doe, but when I flipped it over, behold the family jewels. The buttons were about the size of a pea on both sides of the brow. So at my best recollection I think I shot a hermaphrodite deer, joking around with a few of hunting buddies we can't decide between Boe or Duck as the proper term. Interesting field dress that turned into a dissection, I wish I had my digital camera with me to photograph it.