Ken got a deer tag this year and today he got a nice buck out back in the cedars.
We gave the buck the nickname Trevor. It’s a rather long story but started after Bob and Carolyn shared with us the Australian poet Bill Kearns and his poem Entrapment. You can wath it here but I warn you, it’s very funny but a bit rude.
See in Colorado you are required to keep proof of sex attached to a game carcass until it’s finally processed. That means the head, antlers and testicles.
Anyway, as we were trying to get the buck gutted out yet keep the vital bits attached Carolyn said we should call him Trevor. After a bit of giggling the buck was christened Trevor.
We’re eating him now and I can tell you that he is very tasty.