InterMechanico
Well-Known Member
This sounds like the absolute Champagne of childhood memories.When I was the only young buck hunting with my dad and his pals, when the deer was shot, I would start a fire.
Once the fire got going, I would help out dressing the deer.
Heart and liver would go into the cast iron pan on the fire and the vittles would be eaten before humping out the harvest.
Good memories, I don't think I would eat deer liver any other way.