My parents used to lie to me and tell me that venison was beef. I could always tell because beef doesn’t usually taste like a urine-soaked tire. I guess the good part of that anecdote is that my dad is one of those hunters that would keep all of the meat for consumption, but that had more to do with the fact that he is so cheap about everything. He wouldn’t even spring for the sausages or jerky!
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