It’s a good thing the deer population has exploded. I’m a pretty good bow hunter, so it’s pretty easy to stock up on fresh meat. I’ve even gotten pretty good at curing jerky.
The family will eat deer too. They get difficult to control if they haven’t had anything for a while; snarling and hissing and trying to bite me. But stuff ‘em full of fresh deer brains, and I can get close enough to sew up their wounds.
That’s getting harder every day, though, as the flesh decays. I wish there was a way to keep the basement colder.