As a family living in the country, deer season was a huge event during the year. My parents would go hunting every chance they could. My siblings and I were always excited for these moments. We used to eat venison like some people eat chicken. I catch myself from time to time remembering the way my mother would cook venison. I loved the taste. So, while at my brother's for the weekend, he talked me into cooking his venison for him. I tried to cook it just like my mother used to. Needless to say, I could definitely enjoy trying to perfect it.
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