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by Lotech Joe » Mon Mar 28, 2011 12:36 am
Your post made me remember a trip to an archery tournament I attended in western Montana. Fred, a friend of mine, and myself went anticipating a good shoot and some friendship with like minded people. We found ourselves in a big teepee (about a 20 foot base diameter) with a bunch of folks that loved archery as much or more than we did after the shoot. There was a campfire in the middle of the teepee with a grate on it. On the grate was a giant (maybe 16") skillet with about 20-30 Elk Back Strap coins sauteing in butter. We all had old time pickle forks and could help ourselves to the meat as desired. A pickle fork is about 12-16 inches long and is made of forged cast iron with only two tines. The only thing that could of made that taste better would have been an ice cold beer. Oh yeah, we had ice cold beer. We also had conversation, friendship, an awesome meal and great lies shared among friends.
Some memories are better than others. That one is one of my best.
Where you go is less important than how you get there.
Fish With A Friend
Lotech Joe