CAUTION: Images below not for weak stomachs.
So, we have a half chest freezer. We filled it up pretty well with preserved produce from my summer of farming and gardening (lots of kale, basil pesto, plums, huckleberries, you know), but it was missing something. Meat.
John has (unsuccessfully, sorry friend) gone bow hunting the last few years. Over Christmas break, after spending some time in the Twin Cities with our families, we headed up to Aunt Karen and Uncle Tim's in Puposky for some R&R. I visited Grandma, who is now at the assisted living home in Blackduck, and hung out with Aunt Karen. John went out to the woods (and/or the edges of last season's corn/alfalfa fields at a distant relation's farm) with Uncle Tim to see if he couldn't assist with the freezer-filling duties.
Success! He and Uncle Tim (a.k.a. Uncle Pa) had some great time to bond and we got to skin, debone, and process the doe (which we actually got some practice with before our wedding with Timmy's buck back in November, but always under the tutelage of an excited mentor, Uncle Pa) before heading back to Montana with several pounds of protein in our Subaru.
We added it to a great several months of eating food we grew, harvested, shot with a bow and arrow, or otherwise had a strong hand in bringing from field to table (often served on plates we threw and cut on cutting boards we (or someone we know) carved beside glasses we blew and now wiped up with dishrags we knit--just this week!).
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