Symphonous Squirrel

And this is a bowl of squirrel meat. Tyler strapped his hunting horn to his side once again to tote home proteins aplenty for the family. He took brave and firearm-friendly Chad with him. Chad is the male counterpart to the 'couple friend' we've made since moving up here (the female counterpart, Sara, is pictured below, slyly slumped against a beluga). They moved up here from the heart of L.A. about a month and a half before we made the journey. Chad, having grown up in L.A., has played the vast variety of shooter games available for his Play Station 2, but had never used a real firearm to shoot a real animal until our bountiful hunter Tyler took him to the woods. And here, in this bowl, lay the spoils of their harvest. I do believe Chad is going to attempt to 'salt' the hide, as well. A good-luck squirrel charm. 

   Tonight I will use the meat to make "squirrel pockets". Much like a Hot Pocket, only tastier. And, of course, true men only eat pockets full of wild meat, roasted slowly over an open flame by the woman of the house. None of those sissy, girly 'microwave' pockets. By the wayside, if any of you hip cats want to hear a good stand-up routine, check out Jim Gaffigin's "Beyond the Pale". He really likes Hot Pockets.