Old country boy friend of mine had a smokehouse, as well as doing a lot of deer-butchering for friends during the season. His venison jerky almost made it onto the DEA controlled substance list. Only problem was that on occasion, and only for friends like me, he'd occasionally slice and jerk the deer liver and slip some into the sack with the real stuff.
Thow a lip over a hunk of jerked liver, and you'd wish a skunk had died in your mouth.
Thow a lip over a hunk of jerked liver, and you'd wish a skunk had died in your mouth.