When I was a kid we lived on the family 40 acres until I was 7, granddad made jerky on the barbed wire fence next to the houses. He had a hard fast rule of no snitching the jerky. He would go out at night and come back later, we all knew he was snitching the jerky... he claimed testing...
One evening he comes back in gagging and spitting, seems he drop a piece in the dark and felt around under the fence, found it and popped it in his mouth... it was a dried dog turd...
When I got older I just made it in the oven, till I got married and the wife didn't like the cleanup.
Kent
