Roast Goat Shoulder

 

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My father, center

My father is an interesting character. One whom cannot be explained in words. But apparently, my husband, Zach, and I must be as well. When my father has an idea or something that may seem weird, he calls us. Not my mom or sister or my brother, who is probably too busy, but us. Probably because he knows we’ll say yes. We’ll say yes to hunting adventures. Drone lessons. Trying new meats and things. So when my father got a whole goat, he called us to see if we wanted to partake. Of course! In this country it may seem odd, but we are actually the only country to consume so much cow’s milk and meat. Most of the world drinks goat’s milk or eats goat. We have to learn to get over our initial reaction of trying something new. Of the anticipation. I have learned this in life, the anticipation is often worse than actual experience. We build everything up in our heads before hand, so when it comes time to do something new, eat something different, or have what we think is a conversation, it is actually a relief when it’s not as bad as we thought.

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Skydiving 

When I went sky-diving I was so focused on not anticipating. I had told myself my whole life that I was terrified of heights. I have vivid memories, passionately saying sky-diving was nuts and I would NEVER do it. And then I grew into this time of my life, where I worked really hard on tearing down walls. Of letting go of the limiting perspective I had of myself. Someone told me they were going sky-diving and I jumped, I WILL go with you. And we arrived. Every time I caught myself imaging or anticipating how being in that doorway would feel and the first leap, I would catch myself and stop. I got in that plane and I just did it. I didn’t think about how it would feel, I only experienced how it actually felt. Presence, this was huge for me. Learning to live in the now. Being able to catch myself and change my perspective in the moment. This is when I stopped holding myself back. I caught myself in fear and conditioned behavior. And I changed it.

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Duck Breast with a Root Hash

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I come from a family of hunters. My whole life it was common in the fall and winter for my father to be gone early in the morning. Out in the woods or in a field or on the river hunting something. Or fishing. I come from a family of fishermen. I grew up dragging deer out of the woods and helping my brother butcher animals. We ate venison and squirrel and duck and goose and wild turkey. Whatever my father brought home. He shot a moose in the Yukon and we ate off of it for half the year. When I said I wanted to join them in my early twenties, my brother bought me a bow for my birthday. I had to field dress all the deer we got that year to practice. And we practiced shooting constantly. We went to the shooting range  together to sight in our muzzle loader. I was going to be taught to hunt the right way. And I was going to learn to butcher a deer by myself. My survival skills are pretty good. Plus I like venison.

Image may contain: 5 people, people smiling, people standingIt is a family tradition to go hunting on Thanksgiving. Normally my brother posts up in the woods (or in a tree stand) and Dad, my nephew Gavin, my nephew Trenton, and I drive deer. And if Cliff shoots something, we work together to track and drag the deer together. This year my new husband got to join the crew. A week after our hunt, I got a call from my father, that my boss of nephew Trenton, had decided he wanted a hunt of his own. Cliff can have Thanksgiving, but Christmas would be his. For Christmas he made us all necklace of leather and old antlers to wear. And on December 26th we headed out in the woods together. My dad settled in with Trenton, ready to guide him if a deer came his way. I would love for their to be a fairy-tale ending, but the truth is that we walked away empty-handed. The does were all running to fast and the only deer that was close enough for him was a nice 8-10 point buck. This particular week, however, you are allowed to only shoot does. The main thing, though, is that we had fun. We had a little shooting contest afterwards and the whole morning was just pleasant.

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