Country View: Counting My Blessings

Reader Contribution by Caleb Regan and Managing Editor
Published on February 16, 2012
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Last 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. 


 

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
experience.

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.

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