Deer Camp Rehash

I'm not sure how I missed this post but it would appear that one of our missing deer camp members has been living it-up over in Malaysia.

We've been hunting our behinds into submission while he parties.

Where is the justice?

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Deer Camp Rehash

I discovered an additional use for leftover Thanksgiving wild turkey.

Top a pizza crust with grated Renard's natural mozzarella, chunks of wild turkey breast, chopped artichoke hearts, sweet onion, basil and garlic.

Drizzle with extra virgin olive oil.

Bake at 375 for 30 minutes.

Approach for Landing

SinissippiGal emailed me this cool action shot of a female eagle.

Deer Camp Winds Down

That red pine sapling that you see to the left isn’t going to make it.

It has been stripped bare and girdled by a buck marking his territory.

Deer camp is winding down.

And a good year it has been.

Our crew of six bagged four deer so far this year and there still remains some hunting to be done. Although I’d be the first to admit that it is difficult to be motivated when the freezers are packed to the gills with yummy venison and pheasants.

So I’ve been puttering in the kitchen and reading by the fire.

The Frau suggested I go out and knock one down for the hungry. That’s probably a good idea as deer donations are down significantly this year. Probably due to the wounded economy and maybe reduced deer numbers.

Who knows?

Cooked-up a big old wild turkey for the family on Thanksgiving. It was awesome. Made a big old batch of turkey soup yesterday for supper. It was awesome.

Like I said - cooking and getting caught-up on my reading.

I’ve been digging this book by Jon Krakauer – Under the Banner of Heaven. It’s as good as any of the other stuff he’s written such as Into Thin Air and Into the Wild. If you like contemporary and religious history with a dose of depravity I recommend it. When I'm done with this I need to get my hands on a copy of his story about Pat Tillman.

Took all the recyclables and garbage to the dump today. I was hoping to get some of the skinny on the local hunt but nobody besides the caretaker was there. I did notice some groups conducting some deer drives however.

Maybe I should go out and sit. Something just might get pushed my way.

The Frau and I went out this afternoon and cut a Christmas tree and a bunch of spruce and pine boughs for holiday decorating. What fragrance!

The ponds froze over last night and the creek is running.

The Campingplatz Redirects

Wisconsin's traditional deer hunt begins soon.

And I am sitting here at the platz wondering where I am going to find the time to update both this blog and the original blog.

Top-level management has determined that for the duration of the nine-day Wisconsin gun deer hunt you visit the original blog for a running commentary on this year's hunt.

Any posts that are published here will be evidence of idle time and no deer.

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Dead Fish

Behold the finest of sardines and almost perfect cocktail hour or breakfast food.

Breakfast? Cocktail hour? What gives?

Seriously - if you serve these on saltines with your favorite adult beverage you have an instant cocktail hour hors d'œuvre .

Serve them on toast with a hot cuppa joe and you have breakfast!

And brisling sardines are the standard upon-which all sardines are to be judged.

And King Oscar brisling sardines are the gold standard.

Oh sure. You're probably thinking - That's about as appealing as eating bait.

Pish tosh. I've been eating these since I was a wee kleiner Junge.

And I have 10 more tins safely ensconced in the pantry for deer camp.

Yes.

Deer camp is just around the corner.