《I am Urist》Day 6 - Part 2 - Gutting and Cutting
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To carry the deer more easily Urist used a rope he brought the traps rope to tie up the deer feet to a long stick. Lifting the stick on one shoulder Urist asked Rat to carry the other side, instead of dragging their prey this was much easier.
They made their track to the river where Ormila and Urmom were waiting with Urmom holding a large noose in their hand wondering what they had to do with it. With a slight smile, Urist took it away from Urmom and threw it over a sturdy tree branch. Then he untied the deer from the stick and put the noose over the deer's head.
“So boss what are you doing?”
“Oh? This? I’m hanging the dear to make it easier to cut up. Anyways help me out we need to tie this end to that tree over there.”
“Ok?”
Using another tree as a counterweight they lifted the deer off the ground.
With the groundwork done now, it’s time to cut it up. Now son what you do next is...
A fond memory appeared in his mind of him and his father and mother cutting up a deer together.
Using the brains and eggs to soak the furs into leathers. Turning the tendons into sinew for a bowstring. Making needles out the bone and eating the heart and liver in a nice stew with a side of mouth-watering tenderloins.
Although he couldn’t see their faces he remembered everything else vividly from the strokes of the knife to the smell of the meat came rushing in.
Almost in a trance Urist grabbed the bronze knife and began the mental prep of cutting. Taking the knife to the groin and moving the knife up to the chest.
Remember my little daring to not cut too deep or you’ll nick the guts and ruin the meat.
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Halfway through the cut steamy guts fell with not a hint of stink came from them.
Now, my boy, you take your hands like this and...
He plunged his hands inside and got the gut that was stubbornly stuck inside out. Making sure everything was clean before continuing.
Now my boy, if you're not wearing gloves like me, wash your hands off before you...
Taking his knife once again Urist cut away the forearms and forelegs and handed them off to Rat.
Ok, you’re doing great son. As expected of my boy. Now you wanna cut here so that you can take the hide off...
Placing his knife at the top of the chest Urist ran his blade down the deer's legs.
Although this part is pretty laborious you need to cut away the hide before you can get to the meat. Here let mother show you...
Entranced in his memories the dwarfs huddled around him and watched intently at how Urist worked on dismembering the deer. In his trance, he made quick work of the hide which he gave to Ormila and Urmom and gave them the job of removing tas much fat as they could from the skin by scraping it off with clams.
Urist lamented a bit that they couldn’t use the hide to make leather. He’d rather not delay in getting more chickens with the eggs they were getting. So the skin was going to be used to make hide glue.
With a slight snort, Urist lamented inwardly. I can’t even drain the deer's like I would want thanks to the season otherwise it’ll rot an hour at most is what I can do.
Son, remember that the heart and liver are good eating so make sure not to throw them away.
Listening to his memories Urist placed the edible guts inside a wooden bowl and told Rork to cut up the rest for fishing bait and maggot farming.
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Fly maggots were good eating even though other people think it’s sickening to eat, just fry them up in a pan and they make a good snack with some salt. He figured he would do the same for the head later as well letting it sit out to collect maggots for a few days.
For now, he headed back to camp to check the fire pits progress and also have Uria cook up the liver and heart on some of the fireplace rocks. Finished with his delivery Urist headed back to take care of the guts.
The intestines would be used for bait and the stomach, bladder, and the rest would be placed far away from camp and downwind to prevent the smell from reaching them. Using his stone knife after taking care of guts Urist started cutting the intestines into pieces and placed them in a wooden bowl.
With a sulking expression wishing, they could these into sausage casings but didn’t have the manpower and tools to do it. He handed them over to Urork to use for bait for the rest of today, anything they didn’t use would be thrown into the water for the fish to eat.
They waited for a while watching the blood drip down from the deer's body for a bit, and in this time Urist was cutting the tendons away from the body. From the legs and the back after cutting the tenderloins away to reveal the back tendons.
Urist gave Urat the tenderloins to bring back to camp and cook them and also handed him the tendons to bring them back to camp and have them air dry. By now it was time to start cutting up the deer into parts so at camp they could start smoking, stewing, grilling, and cooking it all up.
He also asked Urat to grab the bronze axe and hammer for help removing the ribs, if they had a saw it would be easier to cut apart. When Urat returned it was time to cut the deer into parts and get cutting.
First was the removal of the legs by snapping them off and cutting anything the connected them to the body. Urork was in charge to carry them back to the camp for further processing and putting them into the pit fire.
Next was cutting into the far lower neck were at the base of the spine met and taking out the stew meat to be used in today's meat stew along with taro roots and carrots with today's fish being smoked instead.
Now the hard part not many people eat the ribs since it was a pain to cut, but beggars can’t be choosers with how little food they have. So Urist put down the dismembered deer onto its pelt and cut off the head from the ribs and threw that away. He then started cutting off the ribs with the bronze axe cutting into the bone using the bronze hammer when needed to drive it through.
It took a while but finally, the ribs were removed from the spine and with Urork’s help removing any meat they could find there was added to the stew meat. Now Unto the neck of the deer which would be great for a roast, but Urist decided to cut it into strips and smoke this part of the meat.
Finally, for the head, it would be added with the thrown away guts and used to harvest maggots to eat for later. Now that the cutting was finished it was time to start cooking up the meat.
Just the thought filled Urist’s mouth full of water.
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