A friend of mine lives up in Michigan- she's from Wisconsin and grew up hunting and fishing. Her hubby works for GM as an engineer. He's a total nerd- no interest in the outside at all, talk about an odd couple.
Anyhow, they used to live in one of those toney restricted developments, where you have to get permission to plant a flowerbed. All their neighbors were citified, you know: Priuses, peace sign bumper stickers, Peta types.
So there's a 4-lane road that runs behind their house, and one fall morning a deer get hit by a car and manages to jump the fence into their backyard, where it promptly expires.
My friend hears the thud, looks out back and sees the deer. She hollars at hubby- come help me with this. Together they drag the deer around front to the garage. She call the local law and gets permission to keep the deer. String the sucker up on the garage door track and butchers it over a tarp right there in front of God and everybody. She had it gutted and cut up in about an hour.
The neighborhood kids are loving the gore while their parents are quietly going nuts worrying if they are the next in line LOL.
