Love me some deer heart and liver. To me, that's some of the best part. Bullet hole through the heart won't hurt it none either. A fellow I used to hunt with turned me on to it about 20 years ago. In that club, that was the standard Saturday night meal. Somebody would kill a deer and he'd be standing there as it was being cleaned. He'd grab the heart and liver and go inside and cook us up some dinner.


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