Prepping some venison tenderloin medallions for dinenr tonight. They are from a nice doe I took this year's hunt in Michigan's Upper Peninsula. There is a cool story (to me) about this doe. Every fall I travel to the U.P. at my uncle's hunt camp. I would take my dad as well. Just over two years ago my dad and my uncle both past away around the same time. My cousin and I now are the next generation.
I never knew my grandfather but this year my cousin handed me his rifle at camp. I had never hunted with it and he told me to take it this year. It's a Winchester 94 (.32 Winchester Special). I headed out with it on the 2nd day of camp in the rain. She came in at about 92 yds. Typically not a long shot but with open sights I was pushing my personal vision limits. Fast forwarding... I took a breath and literally said to myself "ok Grandpa let's take this one". She was piled up about 25 yds from where I hit her. Admittedly I used an old Marbles custom to dress her out. It was my uncles knife given to me as a gift from my cousin after he passed. It was a very cool and sentimental experience in the woods tracking, dressing, dragging
and just being thankful for this beautiful doe.
I can't think of a better way to prep this meal than with my newest Fiddleback Nessmuk. A fitting blade for this feast.