Someone, somewhere in the hills of the MD panhandle is grilling some back-strap in 10 degree air tonight. And I bet they wear a badge.
I bet you’d win that bet.
Around here, the cops call a local butcher buddy, who shows-up in his un-restored ‘49 Chevy Pick-up, carts it away, butchers and says he cooks the food for some local foodbanks. That’s what he says, but I’d also bet he and his local cop buddies enjoy the backstrap, too.
I see a lot of that during the fall, when the deer are on the move into the deep forest for the winter.