I had to dig to the bottom of the big chest freezer for my wife today, and while I was there I remembered I still had the head of the deer I butchered last autumn. I didn’t kill him; he was shot by a poacher and survived with serious injuries long enough to encounter one of our firefighters. The firefighter was law abiding enough to call the game warden for permission to put the stag out of his misery and harvest him.
He did have me butcher him in return for as much venison as I wanted. I kept the head meaning to clean the skull but never got around to it.
Well, it’s a pretty afternoon to sit by a campfire.
I have very unkind thoughts about people who wound game and don't follow up, be they hunters or poachers. I hope the skull came out well.
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You say you had to dig to the bottom of the freezer for your wife. Why did you put her down far down???
ReplyDeleteYou might want to rephrase that.
So, it wasn't that anyone had put something very far down (except the deer's head, which I did). It's just that the salmon and other fish she wanted had drifted to the bottom over many reshufflings for more-commonly-consumed chicken, bison, venison, and other proteins. I dug it all out for her today because she's decided she wants to eat more fish.
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