Hey Jack...no back straps left. All that meat (field dressed 212#, BTW) has either been canned or jerkified.

Called the wife 10 minutes after I killed the thing (still shakin' like a dog peeing razor blades) and told her I better just give up deer hunting, because I'll never get a shot at one like this again.

I am happy!

In a lifetime, the average driver will honk 15,250 times. My wife figures I'm due to die any day now...