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Blasting Bambi to smithereens - Wed Nov 03, 2004 12:54 pm | Blasting Bambi to smithereens - Wed Nov 03, 2004 12:54 pm |
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Mum is fascinated by the wild animals we see up here. You don't see very much wild game in Freeport, and when she got to Canada, she was amazed and a little frightened at all of the wild animals. When a fisher killed one of the goats, Mum started looked over her shoulder when she walked to Miss Knowlton's place down the road. This week is the week of deer season. So as this week approached, and I have a sort of sizeable piece of property, various people approached me, asking me to hunt on it. I have always put them off, because I am a little squeamish and I didn't know what Mum would say. A neighbour was particular persistent, because I apparently have the local watering hole on my property for the wild deer around. I broached the subject with Mum. She was uncertain of it because of her belief that God created the deer for His own pleasure. She would ask her best friend in Canada, Miss Knowlton about it. Miss Knowlton was trained as a veterinarian. She told Mum that there are more deer now than when the settlers came to Canada, because deer live on the edge of the woods and not in it. There are more edges, since civilisation is creeping up on the forests. Then Miss Knowlton told Mum that Mother Nature has a way of taking care of the deer. During the winter, the deer congregate in the deer yards. They stay together because it is tough going in the snow. Plus they have to tramp down the snow just to find food. A considerable number of them starve in the deer yards during winter, or they are easy prey for the wolves who know where the deer yards are. Miss Knowlton said that she thought that a cull or a hunt was an intelligent thing to do. This almost convinced Mum. I told the neighbour that Mum was on the verge of saying yes. He then decided to give Mum the reason to say yes. He had a rump roast of venison from the previous deer hunting season. He also had a recipe for venison given to him by a 5 Star Michelin chef from Germany. After the roast was thawed, he marinated the roast in buttermilk for 3 days. Then he took a heavy cast iron fry pan and heated it until it was smoking. He covered the roast with garlic powder. He threw a half a pound of butter into the pan, and when it melted, he seared the roast on all sides in the hot butter. Then he got a roasting pan, and put the roast in on a bed of chopped onions, apples and walnuts. He covered the roast with bacon and put in for roasting juice, some of the buttermilk and red wine. He then roasted some little potatoes in a side dish in the oven, and for the vegetable, we had steamed green beans that were tossed with cultured butter. Well it was a meal fit for a king. Every mouthful, Mum would go "MMMMM mmmmmm mmmmmm". The meat was tasty, tender and the best meat that I had eaten. It was a meal fit for the gods. The neighbour went home and Mum, Miss Knowlton and my daughter were doing the dishes. They were discussing whether to let the neighbour hunt. Mum couldn't decide. That nights after they put the goats in, they took a walk down to the pond. There was a doe and two yearling fawns having a drink. Even though the fawns are old enough to be on their own, they hang around with the mother until she gives birth the next spring, and sometimes they stick around after that. Mum came home and decided that she couldn't bear to see the deer killed. That night Mum went to bed. During the middle of the night, she got up to have a glass of water. I have this 'Sentinel' light on the pole that feeds electricity to the house. It has an electric eye, and it is a power saving sodium light (a weird yellow colour) that only costs $17 a month for electricity for it and rental from the power company. It's like having your own street lamp. I get an insurance break for having it. Well the sentinel light was on, and Mum looked out the window. There were eleven deer in the yard. They were on their hind feet, picking the apples off the trees. The apple trees are Mum's source on income. She makes real good coin turning those apples into organic jelly, applesauce, compote, preserves, dried fruit and all sorts of stuff. It makes her money to send back to help her friends in Freeport who were devastated. She uses the money to buy little things for her grandchildren and she also sends money to the missions -- all from those apple trees. She let the dogs Toby and Shasta out to chase the deer away. She had made up her mind. She would let the hunt proceed. Last night the neighbour came over dressed in orange, carrying a rifle. The dogs didn't know him from a distance because of his dress. They howled at him. I went out and brought the dogs in. Mum made a cup of tea, and we sat around the kitchen table not saying much. About 10 minutes later we heard the blam of a high powered rifle being discharged close by. I went out, climbed atop the fence, and I could see an orange figure heading for the pond. Mum let the dogs out too, and they bounded toward the pond and the body of a large magnificent doe lying on the ground. They used a Honda 4 wheel ATV to haul the deer out, and Mum came out to see it when they brought it up by the house. She stroked it and went inside. The neighbour promised Mum a rump roast, and she copied the German recipe into her recipe book. This morning I took the dogs for a walk. We approached the pond where the deer was killed. The dogs were sniffing all over, interested as hell. We scared out two yearling fawns looking for their mama. |
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