This is the one I gave to my daughter Stefanie. When she
opened it she had no idea what it was or what it would be used for. I
explained to her that it means three different things:
First it would
always remind her that I'm a deer hunter.
Second it will remind her of the very first time she
ever had venison. You see, Stef is my step-daughter but after 20 plus
years of knowing her, I just call her 'my daughter' any more. Anyways,
we were all having dinner one evening and what looked like beef stew to
really venison stew. When she was about halfway through with her meal, I
asked her how it was? She said it was good. Then I asked her "do you know
what kind of meat this is"? She answered "beef". Well my kids started
giggling and she said, "what'??? That's when someone told her it was
deer meat. Right then she dropped her spoon and left the table. Everyone else
laughed but she was pretty mad.
When I mentioned that story that evening, she had a
smirk in place of a smile and then laughed a little, but I could also see it
brought back a rough memory. After a few seconds we all laughed about it and it
was all good.
The third meaning was....and then I turned to her
mom and she presented a nice bottle of wine to her. She still didn't get
it so her mom placed it on the rack for her see. Stef had the biggest
smile on her face after seeing what it really was for, which she really
liked. Oh...BTW... that was
the last time Stefanie ever had venison, as far as I know that is.