into several pieces and laid them on the grill. After about ten minutes on one side I flipped them over. The smell filled the air and our mouths were watering. It seemed like it took them forever to cook. When they were finally finished we all dug in. It wasnt like eating meat that I had bought at the grocery store. I felt proud because I had killed it. Early the next mourning I took the meat to the processor. I told him that I wanted hamburger meat, jerky, and cube steaks. A few weeks later when I got the meat back, I still felt proud when I ate it. I used the hamburger meat in spaghetti, tacos, and to make hamburgers. Along with the taste, I also enjoyed the sense of pride knowing I had killed the deer. ...
