Ratbeetle
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It's funny now, but yesterday not so much.
I arrowed a mule deer doe for the freezer yesterday evening. By the time I was ready to get her boned out, it was about an hour till dark and I was still 6.5 miles from the trail head. I was carrying camp on my back but decided I wanted to try and get home instead of sleeping on mountain.
So I'm busy cutting her up thinking about the two 12k ft peaks and nasty side-hilling to come and I drop my knife in the dirt. I pick it up and set it down on her rib cage while I grab something to wipe it down. In my hurry to get finished, I grab the knife to clean it...can you see where this is going...and carelessly drag it point down across the ribs.
I keep my knife very sharp and the point the grazed the skin passed her last rib. Let's just say there was a violent decompression of the stomach....and since I happened to be leaning over her to pick up my knife, that decompression happened right in my face. It took me a few seconds to comprehend what I had just done. Stomach "juice" and blood all over my face, chest and forearms. The volume of spray from a 1" cut was actually pretty impressive. Thankfully,I had a few wipes left. I cleaned up the best I could, changed gloves as to not taint my meat and soldiered on.
I packed out with the smell of deer guts to accompany me the whole way and made it back to the car about 11.
After two showers and practically scrubbing my face off, I still feel like I get the occasional gut smell. The meat smelled and looked great though. She's all wrapped up in the freezer now.
So have a laugh on me tonight. And just remember, whatever shit you have to put up with this week, at least you didn't have a deer stomach explode in your face.
I arrowed a mule deer doe for the freezer yesterday evening. By the time I was ready to get her boned out, it was about an hour till dark and I was still 6.5 miles from the trail head. I was carrying camp on my back but decided I wanted to try and get home instead of sleeping on mountain.
So I'm busy cutting her up thinking about the two 12k ft peaks and nasty side-hilling to come and I drop my knife in the dirt. I pick it up and set it down on her rib cage while I grab something to wipe it down. In my hurry to get finished, I grab the knife to clean it...can you see where this is going...and carelessly drag it point down across the ribs.
I keep my knife very sharp and the point the grazed the skin passed her last rib. Let's just say there was a violent decompression of the stomach....and since I happened to be leaning over her to pick up my knife, that decompression happened right in my face. It took me a few seconds to comprehend what I had just done. Stomach "juice" and blood all over my face, chest and forearms. The volume of spray from a 1" cut was actually pretty impressive. Thankfully,I had a few wipes left. I cleaned up the best I could, changed gloves as to not taint my meat and soldiered on.
I packed out with the smell of deer guts to accompany me the whole way and made it back to the car about 11.
After two showers and practically scrubbing my face off, I still feel like I get the occasional gut smell. The meat smelled and looked great though. She's all wrapped up in the freezer now.
So have a laugh on me tonight. And just remember, whatever shit you have to put up with this week, at least you didn't have a deer stomach explode in your face.
