Deer sausage is really, really good. Eric knows a guy who knows a guy who processes the deer after people hunt them but aren't interested in anything but the big, horny heads to mount on their living room walls. I don't know or particularly care what he does with it, but the results is lean, spicy, delicious, and sitting in our refrigerator.
Except, crap! I forgot about chronic wasting disease until just now. But the hell with it. It really is tasty, and what isn't poison these days?
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