One of my uncles was a lifelong farmer and sometimes he could be a little gruff. He was pretty opinionated about deer meat. It was probably 40 years ago when the subject came while we were staying at his log cabin on the Pearl River. “Hmph, tastes like goat!” was his blunt assessment of venison.
We laugh about it anytime the three of us “boys” get together and the discussion turns to preparing any kind of meat.
