Ken got a deer tag this year, and today, he got a nice buck out back in the cedars. We nicknamed the buck Trevor. It’s a rather long story, but it started after Bob and Carolyn shared the Australian poet Bill Kearns and his poem Entrapment with us. You can watch it here, but I’m warning you – it’s very funny, but a bit rude!
In Colorado, you’re required to keep proof of sex attached to a game carcass until it’s processed. That means the head, antlers, and testicles all need to stay attached.
Anyway, as we were trying to get the buck gutted while still keeping his bits attached, Carolyn suggested we 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’s very tasty.
