How to Eat Fried Deer

(I know it's actually called venison.   "Fried deer" is just so fun to say.)  

Last night we had the privilege of hosing a "Beast Feast" at our home.   My only job was to do some tidying up and then get the girls out of the house.  No room for estrogen at this manly soiree.  

I did manage to sneak a few photos, though. 

Cinderell-o sweeping up.   Trent is a wonderful cook and a pretty good cleaner. I wish I could hire him on a regular basis.   

Trent's brother drove down to help with the pre-feast work.  Thanks Uncle Bradley!

 

More importantly, Bradley recruited his friend Kyle to prepare and cook.  

Kyle is like the Julia Child of wild game.  

Thanks, Kyle!  We couldn't have done it without you!

Mmmmmm.....quail wrapped in bacon. 

A little closer look at that bacon......

Thanks for the quail and pheasant, Jim B.!

 
 

The venison in the buttermilk batter.   So very Southern.  

Thanks for the venison, Bo!

And what do we have here? 

Venison stew.  Nice and steamy.  

And, yes, many moons ago we bought this table from Dollar General for $15. We're just keeping the price tag on it to add a touch of class to all of our get-togethers.

The tasty charred remains of an enormous wild hog shot by our friend Bo. 

The men gathered. 

They ate.  

And they stood around with full bellies.  

We girls made it back just in time to do a little chowing ourselves.  

To read the full story behind this event, visit http://www.gtcrossroads.blogspot.com/ later today.