Wild Meat

Today I was watching my mom trimming goats' hooves and the chickens running in and getting the goat hoof pieces from the ground. I decided to go over to my friend's place. When I got there, my friend's dad had shot a deer. He was going to butcher it. When I first got there, it was hanging from a tree. It had all the skin on, but all its guts were taken out. He had to skin it still. My friend really wanted to watch, and I did, too. So I decided to stay and watch.