Our garage turns into the butcher room. Beer, shots, muchies, tv, tall stories, pot of chili or whatever. Then we get a pic or a few and label it "Wanna touch a killer?" or "Wanna touch four killers?" which ever applies for the year
Really such a nice time of year, the air smells so good, and meat in the freezer. Which reminds me, I'm about ready for some venison taco's