If you've never had Elk meat, it won't make sense to you. Just carrying the Brucolosis is not any reason for panic over the quality of the product.
I wish I'd been there myself.
I had a girlfriend once, yes, it's true, between blackouts and shameful exhibitions, I managed a few tangled relationships. This girl was a Hippy and left for Portland OR., where all the Hippies went. I stayed in touch with her- we were both starving artist types, though she ended marrying a very nice and successful doctor. Anyway, I was visiting there in the hippy home, various young people forming a Clan, you know how that goes, and the big event for the day was chilli. Not just any chilli, it was going to contain wild meat. I was surprised these folks ate meat, they were carnivorious Hippies. I was just getting into guns myself, and didn't think they liked the fact that one of their acquaintences shot the beast. Maybe I'm wrong. They were a hardy Clan. I don't think anyone there grew up to vote for George Bush Jr though.
The chilli cooked all day. I was sober then, and looking back, I'm not sure what I did that afternoon. They got stoned. That night we ate the chilli, and yes, it was about the tastiest chilli I've ever had. Bowl after bowl. The entire cast iron pot was depleted; all these fruit and vegitable, quartz crystal wearing, Tarro card reading, I Ching gleaning young people, full of the modern ideasand hope for the environment,chowing down hard on Mother Nature's own Roast; the Elk.
It was my first taste of wild Elk meat. It is so good that if I were a vegitarian I'd quit for a day if an opportunity came by to have some. Throw those ideals out the window- we're talking good chilli, Elk meat.
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