With more than a little sadness, I finished the last of my bear. A bowl of red chili. Simple, but powerful like the bear when he lived. There is a final goodbye with your concluding bite of a well earned game animal. Its the last moment of an active relationship, that now fades into passive memories and longing glances at the trophy on the wall.
If you'd like to read the story of the hunt and see more pictures, check it out here
Do you feel a sadness with the final meal from an animal you have taken? Or am I just being sappy?