Several years ago, visiting my wife's grandparents in Missouri, I sampled some very tasty venison summer sausage that her grandpa had made from one of the many deer he has gotten from his back porch. While it was pretty good, as I have had others since, I mentioned to him how good it was. A short time later, he brought up about a pound or so of the scrumptious sausage for me to take home. Each time I have been back, the subject of the venison always comes up which is pretty endearing to me that he would remember how much I enjoyed it. This year was no exception as the discussion of the day eventually turned to deer season and whether or not he was successful this year. He mentioned how he got a deer, but it was much smaller than years' past, and had it processed for his freezer. While no sausage was made from the meat, he remembered how much I enjoyed it and said that grandma had gone out and purchased some to enjoy. I'm sure because of all the stuff going on over the weekend the subject was quickly forgotten; however, I know that next time we visit there will be plenty to snack on. The sign I photographed is set just off his back porch near the big garden that gets planted each year. I liked it a lot and I believe I may have mentioned something to him about it as well. Next summer when we make our next trip, I wouldn't be surprised to see it wrapped along with some salted meats for us to enjoy once again.
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