Today's the day I process the parts into steaks, roasts, and burger meat.
I'm working in the garage with a homemade table, the temperature outside is in the 20s and maybe 40 inside. I've got my iPod playing a selection of songs from Chris Cornell (Soundgarden, Temple of the Dog, Audioslave, etc.) and I'm using my slicer from the kitchen knife set.
It's been about three hours since I started and I've got both loins processed and all the silver skin removed, the neck roast has been de-boned and rolled, and one of the rear legs is fully processed into three roasts and the calf muscle and part of the upper leg are set to be stir-fry and burger meat.
My hands hurt, my legs hurt, my clothes smell like the inside of a deer (again,) and I've got three more legs and the ribcage to go still.
I also had one of the neighborhood dogs come marching into the garage and pick up one of the front leg lowers and try to run off with it while I was working. At least it wasn't a coyote--yet.
Oh, and then there's the deer hair...
How'd it get everywhere when I've worked very hard to keep pristine surfaces on my workspace to keep contamination to the absolute minimum? I wipe down the cutting boards after every piece of meat is processed and each piece of meat is immediately bagged and tossed back into the cooler for further processing later.
I think I'm going to finish one more leg and call it a day. I can finish the rest tomorrow before I head out for a hike and there seems to be a beer here calling my name but he's going to have to wait until I'm finished with knifework for the day.
Thanks for reading,