What, no reference to your 2006, and apparently 2004, postings of this?

Who cares? It's just as funny and touching now as it was then!

I was an avid hunter. Elk and deer were my game. Got to put meat in the larder. You know, like our ancestors did. It did not matter that the meat was costing me more than prime beef when expenses were toted up.

First day of deer season I got a shot at a nice buck. He moved just before I pulled the trigger. Instead of a clean kill, he was wounded. I tracked him for a mile before I found him hiding in a copse. His back was broken and hind leges near useless. It was my solemn duty to put the deer down. The deer watched me with fear and loathing in his eyes while I manuevered into position to end his suffering. One shot accomplished what had to be done.

That was the last time I ever went hunting.

How many buffalo since 2006, I wonder. Enough for a baseball team?

I love it. We (my wife and I) do wildlife animal rehab and they are such a part of our lives that we could never kill them for sport.

I hope to fill an Antelope Island Buffalo tag (once in a lifetime) someday. Some other day I will have the time to put an elk in the freezer, again.

Even Utah has done a fairly good job of making hunting more of a chore than the meat is worth.

Antlers? Points?

Can't make medallions or chili or sausage out of antlers. Can't make a shirt or mocs out of a picture. Can't celebrate a thousand head herd on a meadow that won't support two hundred come those last killing weeks before the first grass comes.

Don't even start with me with the liver and onions.