I don’t know what the rules are, but unless I butchered it myself, or ran it over with my truck and had permission from the owner, I ain’t eating it!
We once had a, ‘Three Deer and A Steer’ year. Beau hit two deer with his F350 truck while commuting to work. The cops let him take both of them ‘at the scene of the crime.’ ;) Another guy he worked with hit one too, threw it in the truck bed and gave it to Beau at work that day.
Then, a few days later, Beau hit a steer that had wandered onto the road and since it was insured, the owner said for Beau to take it.
We had a full freezer for FREE that year and lots of good eating. ;)
Diana in Wisconsin wrote: “Then, a few days later, Beau hit a steer that had wandered onto the road and since it was insured, the owner said for Beau to take it.”
Glenn hit a deer. When his brother called, he didn’t ask if Glenn was ok or if Glenn’s truck was damaged, he just wanted to know if he could have the deer. Glenn wanted it for himself.
My sister hit a deer when I was riding with her last year. We hoped that one of the passers-by took it for food.
Dad hunted, so I grew up eating venison and squirrel. In Alaska for 20 years, it was moose and reindeer and some other stuff that I really didn’t know what it was. 😵💫 A man in our church here in TN makes excellent bear stew. But DH is a California boy, and he’ll have nothing to do with eating game.
Your post-apocalyptic skill sets are truly awesome!