Yes, Bobert, as a one-time resident of West-bah-God-Virginia, I'll never forget the first time I awoke to find one of the dogs on our farm gnawing away on a trim little fur-bound stick with shiny little hooves. I'd always heard a hunter is supposed to make use of every part of his prey, but perhaps skinny little venison shanks just doesn't make it as osso bucco (or is that osso bucko, Bucko?).

Actually, at the height of deer season in WV the only thing more plentiful than disembodied deerlegs on the porch are the ubiquitous and dangerous Beer-Bellied Sudsucker and the ferociously stupid Dimbulbed Shadowblaster, both usually found on weekend migratory runs from DC and its suburbs. All you can do is wear lots of orange and keep yer head down until it all blows over...