Country View: Counting My Blessings

| 2/16/2012 9:58:00 AM

A photo of the author, Caleb ReganLast year, life was good to me.

First and foremost, my wife and I celebrated our first wedding anniversary in a tree-house cabin in southern Missouri, hidden from the world on the North Fork River. We fished for wild native trout by day and ate exceptional food like deer tenderloin and homemade dill bread in the evenings. 

Fly fishing for native trout on the North Fork River in southern Missouri.

Earlier in the year, after a meaningful weekend deer hunting with my father-in-law, I took about 40 pounds of whitetail deer meat from pasture to freezer. I’d harvested several deer in previous years, but always relied on the local butcher for processing the meat.

I’ll never forget the feeling last fall as my wife and I sat at our little kitchen table, carefully carving meat away from bones and – for the first time – actually seeing to it myself that nothing went to waste. It felt like such good work, to both of us, and was a fulfilling

Back in the spring, we caught more than 19 pounds of trout that supplied us with some excellent-tasting fish, a catch that nearly lasted us all the way through the hot Kansas summer of 2011.

Judy Bell Bobby Wade
8/6/2012 5:42:45 PM

My husband is a deer hunter of many many years. We have always put up our own meat. To tell you the truth I think our meat is cleaner that a professional could do it.