[dongun]

When I was a boy, there was an old man that deer hunted with us. He fried the heads, then cracked them open with his pocket knife, sort of like cracking a walnut. I tried a taste of brains once, but wasn't impressed.

As a young man, there was an older couple that were neighbors with my hunting partner. Once or twice a season we would clean a mess (leaving the heads on) and take to them. They argued over who would get the heads.

Now in the prime of middle aged, I only take one shell with me when I go squirrel hunting. After the first one, I just throw heads at the rest.