Monday, February 14, 2011
What made me post this process is that I have managed to reach 45 years of age without ever having dressed and prepared anything more ambitious than the occasional trout.
I imagine that my friends reading the last few posts have reactions that fall within this range:
Those that are repulsed at my barbarism.
Those that think that I must have some sort of learning disability not to have done this in my teens or earlier.
While I consider the butchering and preparing of this rabbit to be personal milestone for me, I did not take it's life. It was a gift from my dog. The hunt is for another day.