Nice Las. Love the kitchen skinning area
Reminds me of the time when I was a single fella, that I answered the door of my Spenard apt midway through the butchering set of deer quarters I had dragged up to my second floor home. Thinking it was a bud who lived next door I had promised a steak or two I answered the door complete with bloody horror movie meatcutter's apron and 12" filet knife. Imagine the mutual surprise when it was the cute neighbor chick who'd just moved in down the hall and needed to borrow a screwdriver. Poor girl was speachless for a half minute or so!
I can completely relate to that, been caught like that too!!
