Comments | pendulous: Fumbling Toward X-Mas Trees

pendulous

Fumbling Toward X-Mas Trees

Dec 19, 2004 19:38

Sat next to a ninth grader named Larry on the plane last night. He asked me if I like jerky and I said yes, so he gave me some. After I took the first bite he said “that just came off the dehydrator this morning. First four-point I shot this season”. It was very good, but it was still odd to have the genus and species of the animal in my mouth ( Read more... )

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dash December 20 2004, 04:18:23 UTC

Merry, Merry Christmas to you, Mark.

I still have never flown. Ever. Maybe some day I shall.

-B

pendulous December 21 2004, 00:59:18 UTC

Merry Christmas to you and Mike as well.
If God had intended us to fly he would have given us boarding passes.

When are you heading out of Nashville?

dash December 21 2004, 01:20:35 UTC

We're heading out Friday morning and coming back Sunday afternoon.

We'll be taking Roger with us again, he had an infection and we had to get his "socket" drained today. He's fine, but because of meds we have to take him. (Not that I mind. ;) )

deer jerky. . . mellymell December 21 2004, 15:03:37 UTC

my dad used to hunt a lot, and most years he'd either stock the deep freeze in the garage, or wouldn't shoot a thing (he liked to hunt with his camera just as much or more than lugging his gun). While I was growing up, he'd make all sorts of concoctions with venison and wouldn't tell me until I was in mid-meal or even afterwards sometimes. Jerky was one of his favorites (he'd make it in the oven). But I grew to love the stuff (venison in general that is). The strangest time I think he did that to me was when I ate a roasted deer heart sandwich with him from a deer I helped him skin and prepare to be slaughtered. Tasted just like roast beef (I couldn't tell the difference). I felt so primal. I learned to trust questionable culinary adventures early in life.

super-delayed reply pendulous January 5 2005, 20:30:47 UTC

Starting with the kid on the plane, my entire Christmas ended up filling up with hunting stories. Strange, because I don't have a very hunt-y family.
My uncle and cousin had just gotten back from hunting wild boar and ducks which inspired my dad to tell his childhood hunting stories (none of which involve killing anything, strangely enough).

Thanks for the comment. I'm not around on lj much, but it's always nice to be noticed.