Thank goodness it’s over because it was embarrassing. My son and I each killed an axis two weekends ago, and I had both on ice in big 120qt coolers. The carcasses were essentially whole, except we’d quartered the back legs off my buck to get it to fit. I normally let them sit on ice 7-10 days, but since we’re going on vacation this weekend and have a busy week, I butchered them on Sunday. I generally just debone the meat and save the backstrap/tenders and that’s it. Knocked that out no problem, and then...
The scraps and carcass sat in a black trash can in the summer heat for THREE DAYS before the trash came and got them. Even double bagged and sealed as best I could do, the smell was horrifying. The number of flies swarming the trash was something that I’m sure National Geographic would have liked to film. Even after I put a bag over the lid of the can and dumped bleach all over it you still couldn’t get within 20 feet of it without gagging. I had to throw away the clothes I wore when I rolled the can to the street because we couldn’t risk the stench from getting on the other clothes in the wash.
What’s worse is that we live in a very domesticated neighborhood and my neighbors driveway is 3 feet from mine. He began parking his vehicles in the street. People walking their dogs turned around as they approached our house. It was so bad my wife actually waited for nightfall to come home so she wouldn’t have to face the neighborhood.
Finally, yesterday arrived. I wrote a huge apology note to the trash men and promised never to do it again. Thankfully they took the disgusting rotted mess and didn’t retaliate by throwing our can in the middle of the street.
While I was still at work, my wife confirmed that the trash had been taken, then texted me a pic of dish soap and bleach with a demand for ice cream for putting up with my dumb ***. I’ve never scrubbed a trash can before, but I did last night. Fortunately, the can doesn’t stink, and the whole ordeal is over. If I can get any of our neighbors to talk to us again I will apologize profusely for negatively impacting the home values on the street.
From now on, I’m gonna put the carcass back on ice until the day of the trash, you know like what should have been freakin’ obvious to me in the first place.
The scraps and carcass sat in a black trash can in the summer heat for THREE DAYS before the trash came and got them. Even double bagged and sealed as best I could do, the smell was horrifying. The number of flies swarming the trash was something that I’m sure National Geographic would have liked to film. Even after I put a bag over the lid of the can and dumped bleach all over it you still couldn’t get within 20 feet of it without gagging. I had to throw away the clothes I wore when I rolled the can to the street because we couldn’t risk the stench from getting on the other clothes in the wash.
What’s worse is that we live in a very domesticated neighborhood and my neighbors driveway is 3 feet from mine. He began parking his vehicles in the street. People walking their dogs turned around as they approached our house. It was so bad my wife actually waited for nightfall to come home so she wouldn’t have to face the neighborhood.
Finally, yesterday arrived. I wrote a huge apology note to the trash men and promised never to do it again. Thankfully they took the disgusting rotted mess and didn’t retaliate by throwing our can in the middle of the street.
While I was still at work, my wife confirmed that the trash had been taken, then texted me a pic of dish soap and bleach with a demand for ice cream for putting up with my dumb ***. I’ve never scrubbed a trash can before, but I did last night. Fortunately, the can doesn’t stink, and the whole ordeal is over. If I can get any of our neighbors to talk to us again I will apologize profusely for negatively impacting the home values on the street.
From now on, I’m gonna put the carcass back on ice until the day of the trash, you know like what should have been freakin’ obvious to me in the first place.
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