For anybody who wants the worse wildgame meat procesor in the Southwest go see Rick Martin in La Luz, New Mexico. He is rude and hard to deal with and you don't receive the meat you take to him and the price is outrageous.
Stick around, introduce yourself, and tell us the full story of what happened after you have had time to collect your thoughts and can type an organized chronology of the event, or events, that led to this post. I'm interested in hearing your rationale for such a determination.
Let me start by telling you the story of two Johns.
John number one went on a day hike with a couple of friends in the Cascade Mountains about an hour from Seattle. He somehow got separated from his buddies and became lost. John was dressed in casual cloths for a warm weather day hike and had nothing but a lunch with him. He spent three days in those mountains and luckily made it out to tell the story.
John number two, a friend of John number one, was much better prepared when...