Here in Upstate, deer hunting season meant steak for breakfast. Bless my dad and his bros for making the Hunt for us.
Hopefully your mom was a more well-rounded cook than mine. Until I moved out on my own and got advice from other people on how to cook meat, I thought all meat was to be cooked until it was grey all the way through and dry. My dad and I never complained about what she did to the good venison we brought home. She always ordered well-done at restaurants too, but my dad would order medium.
I attribute it to their upbringing in the olden days of the Great Depression, when medical help may have been hours or days away. I suppose the last thing they needed was to get sick from something as controllable as how they cooked their food.