Nah, unfortunately, he didn't.  That is, it's not that he wasn't allowed to or that it was mangled beyond salvage.  It's just the way DH is.  When he got home I asked him if he got it and he said the cops didn't ask him if he wanted it, which means that he was either afraid to ask or more likely, wouldn't have known what to do with it if they tagged it for him.  Ah well.  I gave him the scoop on what to do so maybe next time (and there will be a next time given how many deer we have in our area) he'll consider it. I've slaughtered chickens in the milk house; I'm not afraid to take a deer to the market, just need help loading and unloading it.  It's a straight shot to the butchers, just down the road.  Easy-peasy.   I've never had the opportunity to eat venison, don't even know anyone who hunts.  Would like to try someday.  Not sure if my family would eat it or not.  My youngest related last night that he felt really bad for the animals, because we kill them.  So I had to explain the whole circle of life thing and how we humans threw a wrench in the gears when it comes to deer, forcing us to be stewards and play wolf to keep the numbers down.  Then he felt bad that we shot all the wolves so I had to explain the livestock situation of the settlers.  *sigh*  He's gonna be my vegetarian, mark my words, not that there's anything wrong with that.  I'd rather have a sensitive and empathetic child.  He's such a sweetie.