I helped butcher a deer (not really but still)

 So as you know daddy shot a deer at my grandma's house and the story of how is actually pretty funny, I wasn't there my dad was just telling me the story. So my dad was army crawling for about a football field length across my grandma's land to get closer to a group of 7 to 8 deer. The deer kept looking up and at each other in group-think like 'guys, there is a guy with a gun coming towards us are you worried? no, do you? do you think we should run? no. Ok, then I guess I'm not worried too.' and go back to eating and they did that the WHOLE time, daddy even shot two shots at them and they STILL didn't run. They were all still deciding to run or not and were like 'you wanna run? no ok' and not until one of their own was shot that they actually ran. 🤔😶 It's like GO RUN if even one of them run away and didn't participate in the group think they would've all followed and all been saved. but then we wouldn't have deer meat and venison is REALLY good soooooo 🙄😏. Then daddy got the tractor out to get the deer back to the house from the field. Our dog Josie went with daddy and ran faster and found the deer and was like 'LOOK MASTER LOOK I FOUND A DEER for you master! A DEER all by myself!' And then daddy was loading the deer in the tractor and then granddaddy walked up and Josie was barking and growling like 'BACK OFF this is me and masters KILL our KILL back off!' and granddaddy said he thought that Josie would bite his leg off. 😏😆 And then the next day daddy started to butcher it and I watched the WHOLE time. IDK I 'helped' because I kept daddy company while he butchered. It was actually pretty cool! once you take the fur and skin off you can see the muscle groups and the certain cuts you have to make. ok getting a little gross (idk what your comfort level is) so I'll stop but I thought it was neat and awesome, but still a little gross. I was in the shed with him the whole time watching him butcher the deer.