You may as well make finger steaks for your first taste of this deer...it's only fitting!
My father was a meat cutter his entire life. He retired at age 78 and could still count to ten on his fingers! HOWEVER, once he took the skin off the side of his thumb, all the way down to the meat. They packed the hand in ice and rushed him to the E.R. Meanwhile, the store manager told the rest of the crew in the cutting room to look for the piece, just in case they could sew it back on. When the wrapper found the piece, she packed it on ice and called the store manager who in turn called the E.R.
By then they had already seen my father's thunb and told him that it would eventually heal over, gave him tetanus boosters, etc. When the store manager heard that they would not need the piece, he called back to the meatroom and said, "Forget it, they don't need it. Wrap it and price it!"
When Dad got back to work a few days later, there it was, on a plastic tray, wrapped in clear plastic with a bar code and a price!
Good work on your buck, brother!
