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Stewing Over a Moose

When I showed a friend a picture of the last pile of white packages on my table, and said that our moose is now all wrapped and the freezer, he deadpanned that it didn’t look like a wrapped moose. Chip and the kids did most the work—trimming meat off the bone, and fat, tendons, and stringy fascia from the roasts. The weather was so nice that the bulk of the butchering was done outside, on a table made from sawhorses and  a recycled sheet of plywood in the driveway and truck tailgates. 

Sunday's Thought

"The search is the meaning, the search for beauty, love, kindness and restoration in this difficult, wired and messy era of ours. The miracle is that we are here, no matter how undone we've been the night before, we wake up every morning and are still here. It is phenomenal just to be."

---  Anne Lamott from her book, "Stitches"

Moose Hunting 101

Think of this as field notes from our moose camp-- or at least how the Lendes got our moose. I imagine there are as many different ways as there are hunters. 



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