I got a call from my little bro before I left work yesterday. He was grilling out some backstrap from one of the Bambi...I do mean little Bambi... he has killed this year. Like any good brother he was inviting me over. When I pulled in the driveway, coming from the grill was the most wonderful aroma. Inch thick backstrap wrapped in bacon... brushed with olive oil and topped with whatever spices he uses. Only one word describes the flavor....forget it... nothing describes it! Don't get me wrong...we've got our share of heads on the wall...but nothing tastes as good nice pink Bambi.