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Tom grew up in Milwaukee, bartended in Wauwatosa in the '70s and moved here in 1984.

Commentary, observations and musings about the outdoors, life in general and maybe Tosa politics and personalities will be the order of the day. He savors a lively debate as much as terrific cooking.

Deer Camp - Day Three

Deer Camp, Sister, Terrific Cooking, Gourmands


9:30 PM - Here's that awesome venison loin...

 And the Tiramisu afterwards...

4:40 PM - Shooting time.  Sid and I have been toasting our tootsies in front of the wood burner and nibbling on bear tenderloin leftovers while watching the Bear/Chargers game.  It seems appropriate.

The guys should be stumbling-in before too long.  Judging from the chatter on the radios Braumeister shot a deer that ran over the property line and was immediately dispatched by the neighbors.  A couple of shots confirmed that.  Da Kid missed a shot at a six-pointer - no blood, no hair.  This stuff happens from time to time. Nevertheless, there sure seems to be plenty of deer around.

We've got dinner under control.  Grilled venison loin accompanied by pickled garden red cabbage, garden green beans almondine, crashed garden potatoes (recipe courtesy of blogger Christine McLaughlin) and a yummy dessert.

While freezing our packages of venison we discovered a couple of racks of frozen Schuetzenfest BBQ'd ribs.  They are in the oven warming for cocktail hour riblets.  There are also the remainder of New Guy's stuffed jalapeños.

You sure don't sound like a real deer camp.  Aren't you supposed to be eating bacon, beans and chili or something?  You sound like snobs.

That is a good observation.  We are not snobs.  We may be gourmands but we hunt much of our food.  Furthermore, the guys have been hitting the woods pretty hard and a well-fed crew is a motivated crew. Back by popular acclaim we even had fried spam this morning with our eggs.  You are what you eat after-all.

One more thing.  We called one of our missing deer camp members - Android -  who is posted in Saudi Arabia.  It is 2 AM over there.  We had a nice chat about him living in the compound with the American contractors.  There is no such experience like deer camp in the Middle East.  We pointed out to him that we were about to enjoy a happy hour with adult beverages and finger-licking pork ribs - something he could only dream about in the House of Saud.

He was not amused.

I'll post some pictures of the final dinner production later.

1:15 PM - Took a break from hunting to catch the game and cut-up one of the deer. The guys will be heading back out before too long.  

The entire camp experience has been good for the dog. Plenty of opportunities for socialization and mischief.  Took her out after breakfast to stretch her legs with the Frisbee and she came-up short with this first encounter.

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