Sometimes you just have to say nice things.
Vojtik's Stockyard is an unusual business enterprise. Two locations a short distance apart, one is a meat packing business the other a classic Wisconsin bar and grill. I've enjoyed the work of both.
When we were laboring in the heat of July, building that off grid house, The Stockyard (restaurant) was our go to place. Food. A cold beer. Several glasses of ice water. We left considerably restored. That by the way is the base meaning of the word restaurant, and they did a darn good job.
They also have their earlier building just up the road a stretch. This used to be the restaurant in front, meat packing out back. Now its all meat, all the time.
And they do wild game processing. Deer mostly, but I'm sure if you pulled up with a defunct bear or some such they'd rise to the occasion.
As I've mentioned the business side of this is delightful. When I asked how to get the ball rolling when I had a deer I was told: "First, go to the bar". Deal. Paperwork done in five minutes then then up the road to drop off the deer. I admit, this year's bag was of a rather small critter - which I consider a testament to my skill as an archer! - but the guys who pulled it off the truck were cheerful and enthusiastic. "Nice deer!"
The process - inadvertent pun - on the other end is also simple. They call you up. You go to - you guessed it - the bar. And they have a refrigerated trailer with everyone's processed steaks, sticks and sausage ready in a marked tub.
I have the deer in my freezer now. I had cleared plenty of space. More than I needed as it turns out. And the first venison stick has been sampled. Mmmm, good stuff.
Cheers
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