I was in the bathroom (brushing my teeth if you must know) and thinking about what to post on this next entry. I asked myself, "Self, what will people want to know about?" I keep forgetting that our "ordinary" can be epic. We are living a life that only a small slice of humanity will ever get to live. No one really thinks of vacationing in the Arctic or has enough money to come here to hunt exotic game. Arctic Alaska is typically viewed through the lens of a very expensive camera toted by a National Geographic photo journalist. Our view is unmistakeably unique as you will see!
|Our new Honda with a Musk Ox middle strapped to the back.|
|Paul with his kill.|
|Look at this brute! This doesn't truly capture his size.|
In respect for the animal Robert took his head off first and pointed his gaze to the sky and away from the carcass. There really is something spiritual about an animal giving up its life for the nourishment of man. Even experiencing this second hand gave me a sense of connection to nature that I really had never had. I believe that this is how God intended the relationship between man and earth to be. If we are savage and ransack His creation we miss that amazing connection intended in the bounty of the land.
Paul quietly came home at 1:30 AM Sunday morning (It was merely dusky outside at this late hour). I got up to find out how things had gone. I found him excited and humbled by this experience. Robert's adept knowledge of hunting and cleaning an animal made Paul all the more grateful. Once again we experienced the generosity and willingness to help ever-present in our village. The trailer was filled with enormous chunks of dusty meat and a very large head. Our Honda (as you may have noticed above) donned the weight of the animals robust mid section.
On Sunday we began cutting up the meat. Ruth, Robert, and Chris helped tremendously. The Better Homes and Garden cookbook lay open on the stairs outside to the images of cuts of meat. This helped with labeling bag upon bag of musk ox meat. I took slabs of meat and cut them into roasts and stew meat with my ulu. We gave away about a third of the meat. We felt excited to share in our time of plenty. Ribs went here and legs went there. What a way to hunt. What a privilege to live here and experience this wild land.
Our first meal was a savory batch of BBQ-ed ribs. They were DELICIOUS. You may be wondering what the meat is like. Is it gamey? Is it tough? It was like eating any other ribs. It didn't taste too different from what mainstream meat tastes like. We are having a roast this evening. I may have more to report on that later today.
On a side note: Thankfully Paul chose to leave the hide in the field for the Ravens. I was not looking forward to another exercise in hide tanning taking place.
In gratitude to the land!