God I hate the smell of venison in the morning... or anytime really.
My momma would get all excited when my brother would go deer hunting. Thoughts of inexpensive venison to feed her family filled her head. Me, I'd get terribly upset. I'd pray he wouldn't kill any deer. For years my family assumed it was because I felt bad for the poor defenseless deer, but that wasn't it. I felt bad because if he shot any deer we'd be dining on that nasty meat for months, gaaaa!
PS - I didn't care how you prep or cook venison. It's always gamey and nasty.
