Meat is in the freezer.
Burgers, spaghetti, chili, stew, fillet all waiting to be cooked.
We still have (gulp!) a bear to butcher this week.
I think we are going to learn how to make sausage.
Have I ever mentioned that I grew up in Chicago?
I’ve learned to cook wild game,
but I draw the line at rodents.
I will NOT cook rodents.
Nor will I cook lagomorphs.
X-Ne to squirrels and rabbits.
I have cooked elk, deer, bear, cougar, pheasant, quail, duck, goose and grouse.
I have eaten rattlesnake.
(It tastes like chicken is the obligatory comment after trying new meat.)
Nothing in my upbringing prepared me for this part of my life.
But my mother-in-law and husband were good teachers.
For readers unfamiliar with hunting:
♫ doe a deer, a female deer ♫
a buck = a male deer
a bull = a male elk
a cow = a female elk
a boar = a male bear
a sow = a female bear
He is hunting elk in the state of Washington.
He has gotten some incredible animals in his youth.
Do not weep for Carson…