The books came two days ago. I struggled with which one to start. Decided on the “Queen of the Legal Tender Saloon” by Eileen. I could not put it down. Read it while walking to the lamb pen, on the quad, in bed, and frying eggs. I loved it, and it had a female protagonist, to boot.
I was amazed and enthralled and enchanted and enjoyed it immensely and wanted more.
Then I grabbed John’s :Born to Hunt and waded in. I knew reading hunting stuff brings out the critic in me and I also know John’s writing is the best, simply the best, ever since I found his first book on Plains hunting thirty years ago.
Book did not disappoint. I found a nugget in every chapter. My only desire to twist his wrist comes with my profane dislike for eating mule deer in November, Caribou anytime the rut approaches, and I wish more people in the business would say that it sucks beyond belief. It is a hard truth to talk about when we are also using words like “respect” for these great game animals. We have a weird connundrum here in B.C. You must salvage black bear meat. Now of course I know that you can eat it, but I don’t want to, more from a taboo standpoint that a taste issue. The critters are as abundant as parka squirrels in some places and cause huge damage to oat fields and the commercial honey industry, not to mention moose calves. Does respect demand a law that forces meat salvage to place of residence, where it is then legal to throw it out? Now those rutting mule deer are putrid, but maybe Eileen has a recipe that works – maybe curry in flour sacks dumped on a few ounces and roasted for a week while you sit naked with nothing but bread and water to build an apetite..
Whoops, I got sidetracked. I really meant to send this email to THANK you both for your wonderful writing and style and books and contribution to the archive of literature and lore and love.