By Emily Anderson
We journey through wooded lands, in pursuit of wild game, traveling along unfamiliar paths, known to only those who call the forest home. With each step we take, we neatly tuck memories in our packs, a keepsake to carry home. This memento is enough, as the hunt lives on and dwells in one’s memories, impressed in the hunter’s thoughts for years to come.
For the hunter who carried home more than just memories, the recollection of last season’s hunt comes flooding back with each winter meal. The smell is mesmerizing. One taste and you can’t help but smile. Thankfulness overflows as you acknowledge the strength and nourishment it provides; a healthy meal placed before you. The hunter is reminded again of the path traveled, and the pursuit’s reward.
Yes, each meal prepared in winter months, reminds us of our journeys from the previous year, and brings…
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