Chris, our oldest son, is the locavore in this picture.
The animal is an organic grass-fed, grass-finished, free-range bull elk
who lived his life about 15 miles from our house.
“Hoffer” harvested this huge animal with a bow and arrow,
a skill which requires great dollops of
strength, stealth, endurance and patience.
This evening, our garage will transform into a butcher shop.
Several hundred pounds of delicious elk roasts, filets, and burger.
Cut, wrapped, marked, frozen.
It’s a family tradition that occurs almost every year.
are the closest I come to living the Little House lifestyle
I adored when I was a suburban girl reading Laura Ingalls Wilder books.