I keep my powder dry.
On a thoroughly different note (tho I suppose transsubstantiation could be
read into this), as a confirmed carnivore I've of course eaten buffalo on
occasion. Like most game it's not easy to cook, I guess. But it's sometimes
been very fine. One thing I've never had, tho: Francis Parkman mentions in
his appalling and very beautiful The Oregon Trail that buffalo hump ribs
make the finest breakfast a man could imagine. So there's something to
strive for.
In this country, where the deer population has become staggering and
destructive, most folks won't eat venison, it reminds them of Bambi, which
has become a popular girl's name. I've always wondered about this--in book
and film Bambi is not only male but destined to be super male, the monarch
of the glen.
So I'd imagine that Australians name there little girls Skippy. (As one
otherwise adult Australian friend exclaimed when I mentioned that I'd dined
on kangaroo: "You ate Skippy?")
Isn't it a wonder how travel broadens one?
Mark
At 09:47 PM 3/9/2004 +0000, Trevor Joyce wrote:
>Jen:
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>>He had alot to say.
>>He had alot of nothing to say.
>>We'll miss him.
>>We'll miss him.
>
>Is this in reference to Mark's buffalo? My money's on Mark not missing . . .
>
>But it's good to see graceful rapprochements in this space again.
>
>Thanks to all.
>
>T
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