From the grill of an Oldsmobile to the grill of the smoker. Poor little one didn't look both ways before crossing, the neighbor called and said a fawn with a broken back was down but not out. Cant get any fresher than that.
Half of one backstrap was bloodshot, I brought the other strap to the neighbor and am jerking the butts. (that sounds nasty). We eat fresh liver for supper tonight.