Sorry, apparently you found something in one of the OP’s posts that sez his dogs are only allowed out during the winter. I missed it, it seems.
But let us not get into a hijack.
Yeah. That’s very odd. It’s like a couple years ago when all the turkeys had babies in the fall. Every one of those babies died, since there’s no way they can make it through winter. I think a few years of mild winters made the turkeys forget what a usual winter is like.
I have no doubt you are doing a better job. I used deer cutters in the past. Note they’re not butchers. Butchers can’t touch venison because it’s not USDA inspected. Our federal government at work.
Deer cutters work fast and aren’t careful. They often don’t even give you back your own deer, just the correct weight of various deer that have been brought in.
What would taste better: A burger that you made yourself on the grill? Or one from McDonald’s? You definitely get a better finished product doing it yourself and taking the time to do it right.
Yes, let’s. What kayaker chooses to do with his dogs on his own property is his own damn business and no one else’s.
We are all right and you are wrong, but let’s not get into a hijack.
You were already told to drop it by Hal Briston earlier…but since he wasn’t specific in that note, let this one let you know it’s talking about you now.
What Idle Thoughts said. The hijacking of this thread is getting out of hand – keep it on track.
The hardest part of butchering deer is skinning the deer, especially if it’s frozen.
Removing the meat is simple. Use a scary sharp knife and follow the bones. Cut the larger sections into smaller cuts and wrap in butcher paper. Put the scraps, and cuts you don’t want, into a meat grinder for patties and sausage.
Tan the hide, or pack it in salt and have someone else do it. Daddy’s got some brand new moccasins (or gloves, or jacket).
Vealison? Huh, I like that. 
I haven’t had venison in years – at least, not actual roasts or steaks. My uncle also used to make deer jerky. It was a bit spicy for my tastes, but not too bad.
Never shot a fawn. Think I’d feel a little squicky if I did. And I don’t remember if I’ve ever even seen Bambi. (Yes, I know it was the mother.)
Also - I’ve heard of Dueling Banjos, but c’mon!
There is no hierarchy in the animal kingdom about which animals deserve to die and which don’t. If you have a spiritual need to kill animals, it doesn’t matter which ones you kill. This is about the shooter, not the animals.
Shootist.
Nimrod, as in a descendant of Ham.
Harsh, dude, harsh. I forgive you though, as your savior has directed us to do. I am an American Indian and I have never killed a fawn, nor an adult deer that I did not eat the flesh thereof. Therefore. Thereupon. You know what I mean. For us, it is totally about the animals. We thank them and honor them afterward, and we mean it.
Yes.