Back in the early 70's, while attending Elko Community College in Elko, NV, my room mates brought their well seasoned, skinned deer inside and cut it up on the kitchen floor, only after the mailman offered to take it off our hands to feed to his dog. It wasn't the best meat as it was taken the morning after the season ended, so the buck was in rut by then we believe. We lived across the street from a grade school, so the kids always got a show of one kind of another in the Fall, as a couple of my roomies called coyotes, so at one time there were over a dozen hides on stretchers along side the house.:) Felt sorry for the garbage men as my friends just dumped the carcasses in the trash can for weekly pick up.:)