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Calf Moose Hunt 2010

11.11.10

This was my 5th calf moose hunt in as many Novembers – can’t believe it’s been that many as I still feel like a newbie. I’ve been giving some thought to why I started hunting big game and continue to do it, and can condense it into the following:

My quest for my regional food culture. I’ve spent far more time and money than one perhaps should traveling to experience the diverse food regionality of Europe. I yearned for that regional pride and passion at home, confused by a past of wild food interspersed with culturally ubiquitous processed cheese food and microwaved prepared foods. Wild local foods seemed like a sensible place to start to explore true regional food.

Have the gumption. Buying meat at a box store takes as much emotional effort as buying iceberg lettuce. I felt compelled to man-up and be willing to kill the animal I was going to ogle in the kitchen rather than purchase it in the same breath as I did toilet paper. An animal’s life is taken before we eat meat. We know that intellectually, but I’m not sure the masses ‘get it’ at a level that would respect the life of the animal. I never understood vegetarianism more during this journey, believe it or not.

Tradition. Because I was born into a long heritage of hunting [which I did not value as a young adult, btw], I am blessed with family and friend elders to guide and mentor me. A hunt like this becomes a communal annual event that’s exhilarating, hard work, and full of bonding and memories. Anything that adorns that kind of noble description is welcome in my life.

9 Responses

  1. Scott says:

    Dude! Better be some calf moose bresaola and salame!

  2. Good hunting! There’s deer around here (and moose) … as soon as we get more organized, my husband intends to start hunting as well (he hunted in his youth). The meat is available, healthy, and grass-fed (!) and they walk through our pasture … seems like an invitation to me. :)

    We are all part of the circle – when we take in need, not in wantonness, and when we respect the gift of life the animals provide by making good use of all of the animal, we honour the earth and our place in it.

    I have a neat bone needlecase design, if you’re feeling crafty! Buttons are pretty awesome too.

  3. Scott – I know. I’m working on it. Good to hear from you!
    AJC – Buttons. Really? Cool.

  4. Karlynn says:

    “Buying meat at a box store takes as much emotional effort as buying iceberg lettuce. I felt compelled to man-up and be willing to kill the animal I was going to ogle in the kitchen rather than purchase it in the same breath as I did toilet paper.”

    I loved these two sentences, what an excellent way to sum it up. I completely understand where you are coming from in all of your points but especially the last, tradition. I come from a long line of anglers and hunters and was shocked looking back to realize the last time I hunted was the year I met my husband and that was only grouse. More than a decade ago! Child-rearing got in the way, but now that the kids are bigger my thoughts return to it.

    I believe our 30′s and having children leds us to seek out our roots more than ever; my sister has started hunting again this fall, my dad is retired and next fall I will be heading out with him. It’s a neat evolution to see.

  5. Karlynn – Didn’t know you hunted in the past, and interesting to see that shift back to it in your family. Very cool.

  6. [...] funny, is that I actually had taken photos of the process while on this year’s calf moose hunt. I took the tongues of both the calf moose and the bull elk – which is seen in the photo. [...]

  7. Finally – here… I couldn’t get the videos up for awhile… you petting it was my favourite part… I would have liked to have seen your evening meal.
    :)

  8. [...] pro at this, as I totally am not. But here it is, in all its glory:  my first crack at dry cured calf moose. I’m going to call it ‘Brési‘ after the french dry cured beef – the name [...]

  9. SCW says:

    What goes around comes around…

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