Tenderloin. Is there anything better? Please name it. Go ahead… I’ll wait… …. …. …. That’s what I thought. Tenderloin…the stuff of Gods. There were dozens of deer aging in Paul Michael’s snazzy cement hanging room at deer camp. And he let me go in and pull the tenderloins from as many as I wanted. Christmas come early, I say! I took 6. There were a lot of mouths to […]

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