Venison

Writing about shooting deer reminds me of Albert.

I had been out with my .22, to shoot rabbits that had been destroying some young plantings. As I came to a small clearing, there was a stag standing there.
I did not like to chance aiming for the head, instead I aimed at the neck [windage was ok I was concerned about elevation - rifle sight]. The deer did not drop, and I emptied the magazine of five shots into the deer's neck.
While I stopped to reload, the animal moved into the trees. I followed and found the dead animal.

After butchering it, I took it down to HQ and Albert suggested I keep it in his freezer at home. Good idea - not!

Every now and then Albert brought a flask of hot stew and at lunch time he would inform me that it was venison! I didn't click until too late, and when I did ask for some of my meat, he told me it was all finished.

Sounds bad but I'm grinning. Albert has done many a good turn for me and I've sampled a lot of his food. Really it was a joke.

I'm no angel. Albert kept an address stamp in his drawer, one of those that you use a pad to apply the ink. Now Albert was bald and wore a cap - my challenge was to quietly open his draw, then quickly grab the stamp with my left hand, whip off his cap with my right and apply the stamp to his scalp - then run! Not always did I succeed because he was no willing party, but sometime he was addressed to go to Dunedin!
He took his share of revenge!