In 1979 I shot a big rutting Whitetail that smelled pretty rank, not unlike a billy goat which can be pretty rough. Eating the meat caused all kind of trouble. My jeans got to where they were tight and binding which was ok but the girls voices got a deeper tone. Actually what happened was the meat was so rank it would stink up the house when I attempted to cook it. I had a poor black elderly neighbor that wanted it so I gave it to him. He said it was good.
