When one puts a steak from a big ole mulie buck in a hot frying pan the steam that roils off smells like urine. It makes me grin just thinking about it. Years ago when we took weekend long steelhead fishing trips in the spring, we would eat our bucks. Dang, if they didn't somehow taste good. Perhaps cooking them outdoors, and a few beer helped.

One year i had great hunting, and had filled my elk tag, and my whitetail doe tag. Late in that season during the rut, a crazy mule deer spied me sneaking through the timber. He came closer, and closer trying to wind me, and satisfy his lust. I always tell everybody i killed him to keep him from mounting me. A week later our son, and i, eagerly awaited having his tenderloins for breakfast. They were inedible. We laugh every time we remember, and when we relate the tale.

One year a fella invited our son, and myself, to hunt deer on his place. I shot a small 4 point mule deer during the rut for some reason. His neck wasn't swollen at all. It was easily some of the best tasting/chewing deer i have ever eaten. It could be the surrounding grain fields had something to do with it. I always told everybody he was gay.