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Still here? Good. My son killed a deer yesterday. If you've been here lately, you'll know that means he brought home a hide for me to tan. In the book I bought, the author called the process of prepping the brains for use in the tanning process making "brain soup" .. and that was enough to make me run screaming from the whole mess. I had intended to use the brains, because it's the most natural and authentic you see, but decided on an
The most exciting part for me was that I handled this whole thing without a single gag reflex. I'm not sure if it was because it was fresh and not all that bloody, so there was very little smell. Or maybe because I wore gloves, eliminating the problems caused by my texture issues. Or maybe because I had to do it in the dark, in 40 degree weather and was more concerned with just getting-done-for-chrissake-so-we-can-get-in-the-house. It didn't bother the kids much either. As Cadence and I scraped, Riley played with the head. "Look, Mama, I closed his eye." "Look, Mama, I made his ears point up/back/sideways." **shudder**
There are harder steps ahead, as far as actual work and time spent on the hide, but the grossest part is over, and we all handled it really well. More photos and updates soon!
5 comments:
Hey, a deer! Way to go, kiddo. And way to go, Heather. Y'all rock.
Congrats on the first deer.
And really impressive on the scraping-without-gagging. I'm not sure I could do it.
It didn't look as horrid as I imagined.
If Riley weren't so cute, her playing with a dead deer head might be creepy ;) I LOL'd at her comments.
Wow. Gross. I knew I'd be grossed out, but I had to look anyway. You know, I'm just weird like that, LOL.
Sort of not really but still kinda looking forward to the updates.
Wow,Heather. You've come a long way, baby! I am in total AWE! You can now live among the Missouri hillbillies with absolute assurance of fitting in. You rock.
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