Thus the ability to eat venison or give it to others was also a status symbol.

Of course, I don't ask people who don't like or have never eaten venison what they think of it.

We camped in the woods that night, smelling the pines, and eating venison we'd killed ourselves.

The rich eat venison, and the poor eat each other.

Or sometimes they would eat venison to keep from losing their crops.

I do, however, accept the maxim that no one can eat venison who does not kill a deer.

But I've never had a problem cooking or eating venison.

As part of their winter diet they ate dried venison and bear meat.

They were eating cold venison, a kind of food which Jill had never tasted before, and she was liking it.

Once she got to the Willamette, she would never eat venison again.