For lunch yesterday I ate bear and deer meat (i.e., venison). I felt manly and gruff, so I posted this on Twitter:
Bear and venison for lunch. Back to my MI roots. #likeacaveman
I spent all my formative years in Michigan, where nearly everyone’s a hunter at some point in life. Dad was an avid outdoorsman. He taught me everything imaginable about hunting, camping, fishing, and anything else manly. Every November we’d get together with my cousins and uncles during Thanksgiving break to express our manliness. Beards would be grown. Bullets would be hand loaded. Scopes would be sighted in. Tree stands would be carried into the woods. And showers and indoor plumbing would be shunned for at least a week. It felt good to be a man. Continue Reading →
