Now the next part of this story is for country people, OK?
I met Louie down at the Pt. Arena pier. He was there in his pickup truck, and I pulled up alongside, gestured for him to get out, and I opened the door to display the deer and we both about fell down laughing -- partly due to my history of utilizing roadkill.
In one of my rare moments of maturity, I decided we'd dump the animal back in the woods. Much as I hate to lose the chance for tender venison steaks (fawns are like all filet), this was just going to be pushing it too far. You need to gut a roadkilled animal right away. Voila! Deer back to nature, boys out to latte and hearty breakfasts.
More to come on this trip…