So a few months ago I cooked some very delicious venison chops from a deer that I harvested in the fall. I grew up eating venison and remember vividly how much I disliked it when I was young. I remember on at least one occasion the distinct dis-pleasurable sensation of having deer tallow stuck to the roof of my mouth. The tallowy fat of a deer can be a very unpleasant thing to eat. My mother was a city girl and had never in her life cooked venison so it’s not her fault that she didn’t really know what she was doing. She got much better as time went on but until a few years ago my father was the only person who actually enjoyed eating it. It’s funny to think of me not liking venison knowing how I feel about it today. The change for me came when I was in college. My dad gave me a care package of venison that he had because he is an excellent and most patient hunter. In the package of venison were some rather normal looking venison bratwurst. I was poor and hungry, hence the care package, so I grilled and consumed them. To my surprise they were delicious. Amazing actually. At this point in my life I believe I realized that nothing is definite. Because my very real and definite dislike for venison was destroyed by those bratwursts. Now as you will see by reading my venison recipes on my site, you will pick up on a very positive and definite love for venison. A love which I owe entirely to my father. Thanks Dad. And here is that recipe for Bacon-Wrapped Venison Chops if you’re interested. Below is a photo of my dad with his chainsaw. The man loves to saw stuff.