By: Bears Butt

There have been folks from 21 countries visit this site since I started it.  Someone in Iraq is visiting quite often and I sure hope it’s one of the U.S. military guys or gals.  That would be a big boost to my ego to think I was helping to entertain someone over there and perhaps make their day a little brighter.  While in Vietnam it would have been nice to have something like this to lighten up the days events.  Of course we did our best at keeping things on the “up side of down” as much as we could.  We had our jobs to do and we did them.  The day we did have off during the week was the one where it was the toughest to “not go into work”.

At any rate, who ever you are I hope this blog is bringing you some enjoyment!  I am having fun doing it.  And it is mostly all in fun!

Bears Butt

Sept. 2011

Written on September 22nd, 2011 , Uncategorized
By: Bears Butt

How about we cut up our own big game animal this year?  It would save at least $50 and we would be sure we got all the meat we could off the animal.  There would be no doubt as to whether that butcher at the local shop ripped us off of half our meat either.  OK!  Let’s do it.

But I don’t have a clue as to where to start.  Well, first off you need to go out and get you a game animal…LEGALLY!  No poaching!  Meat from a poached animal will be tough, gamey and cause you all sorts of intestinal problems so rightfully deserved.

Alright then.  We have ourselves a deer or an elk or a moose or a buffalo or a big horn sheep or a mountain goat or an antelope….whatever.  We will have to take good care of it in the field if this cutting up our own animal is going to work in our favor.  Field dress the animal as quickly as possible.  If the weather is warm, get that hide off of it fast!  Warm weather hunting causes a lot of lost game meat.  Once the animal dies, it’s internal temperature rises drastically and you need to cool that meat as quickly as you can.  Get that hide off of it!  Cut the meat off the bones and put it in bags in an ice chest with ice to cool as quickly as you can.

If you are lucky enough to be hunting when it is cool or even cold outside, you can leave the hide on the animal and hang it for several days to cool down and begin to age.  Aged meat is tender meat.  Did you know that aging meat is actually allowing the natural process of decaying to begin?

Now we have our animal either hanging up or in bags in the cooler.  When we get home we need to clear an area large enough to handle 1/4th of the animal at a time.  In the case of large game like elk and moose, we might be handling portions much less than 1/4th, say 1/8th.  At any rate we need space.  Space enough for the meat, space enough for the meat we are cutting off the bone and we need space to wrap the meat up.  So for most of us that would be pretty much an entire garage or kitchen and dining room table.

Suggestion:  Make sure it is alright with the spouse before you set things up in the kitchen.  Female spouses are more likely to give you a real headache if they are not involved with the decision to cut up your own game meat.  Especially if it involves the kitchen.  And I might suggest, don’t use that classy dining room table with the scroll work legs.  Find yourself a sheet of plywood  to do the work on.  A one time expense that you can use year after year.

Now we skin the animal or take out a bag of meat from the cooler.  The bags of meat in the coolers have already been removed from the animals bones and so you just have to start cutting and piling up the meat.  Sounds simple huh?  Well there is a bit more to it than that.  So pay attention here.

Let’s say we begin with a front shoulder portion of our animal.  This is most likely where you will begin anyway, as the animal is probably hanging from its back legs out in the shed.  The animal is skinned and we can easily see the front shoulders.  Cut the leg off by beginning between the leg and the rib cage.  Front shoulders have no connecting bones between the leg and the main body of the animal, only muscles.  You will  learn a lot about the animals anatomy doing your own cutting.  Once removed from the main body, don’t let it touch the ground, carry it into the cutting area and lay it on the plywood.

AHHH!  A leg of animal lies before us!  What a wonderful sight.  Food for the winter and quite possibly into next seasons hunt.  The task before you only requires some basic tools, one being a sharp knife.  Nothing special is needed but if you have one available, get your fillet knife out for most of the work.  But if you don’t, you can get the job done with your hunting knife.

Remove all of the meat from the bones and make a pile of pure meat.  Toss the bones to the dogs or into a trash bag.  Now, you must make a decision.  You can continue to go out to the shed and cut more portions off the animal at this time, or you can cut up the pile of meat you have before you and wrap it up and put it in the freezer.  Your choice.  As for this writing I will continue to explain what you are to do with the pile of meat and you determine how high that pile will be before you start to cut it up into smaller pieces for packaging.

So, before us is a pile of meat from the front shoulder of our animal.  I like to make three piles out of my meat.  One pile is called “Steak”.  One pile is called “Chops” and the third pile is called “Jerky Meat”.  Let me define each:  “Steak”, there is no negative thoughts when you open up the freezer to take out some meat and you see the word “steak” written on the package.  You visualize a hot, juicy T-bone laying on a plate next to a baked potato with sour cream, chives and butter steaming up and next to that a fresh batch of cooked asparagus.  MMMMMM.  “Steak”!  And so it is with your freshly cut meat.  If it is large enough to be classified as “steak”, then so be it.  Put it in the pile you designate as “steak”.  You decide!  “Chops”!  Chops by my definition are small steaks.  I will however take the “backstrap” (I’ll explain that in a bit), and those whole pieces of meat will be cut into “Chops”.  But to that pile will be thrown pieces of meat too small to qualify as steaks.  “Jerky”, all the rest of the meat!  Pretty simple isn’t it?  The best of it all is “YOU DECIDE” what the meat is going to be called and if the decision is so tough as to not be able to make, toss it in the jerky pile.  You won’t be disappointed.  You do know there is the Bears Butt Jerky Recipe in the “Recipes” section of this blog?  So you have total control.

To cut up the pile I like to follow the natural joining of the muscles and cut each one out.  If I have a muscle that is relatively large, I will cut across the grain of the meat in 3/4 inch slices.  If the slice ends up as large or nearly as large as my palm, it goes in the steak pile.  Smaller into the chops and smaller yet goes to jerky.  Each quarter of the animal will have some of each meat type.  More steaks on the hind quarters.  More jerky on the front quarters.  Seasons of cutting up your own game animals will show you exactly what I mean.

Another good thing about doing this yourself is no matter what the cut of meat looks like, it is your creation and it will taste very good.  Don’t expect to get cuts that look like the butcher shop in the store.  They cut through the bones to get their t-bones and rib steaks.  You have omitted the bones from this equation and for a good reason too.  The marrow in the game meats will cause the meat to taste gamey way before its time and nobody likes bone shavings in their meats.  Don’t expect the marbled fat like a good old T-bone has either because game meat fat needs to be trimmed entirely off.  Fat too makes your game meat taint before it’s time and give it a nasty gamey taste.  Cut it all off!

While you are having such a good time cutting up your meat and making the calls as to the pile the cuts are going into, pay close attention to the animal hair that may be on the meat from skinning it.  You want your finally packaged meat to be “PAN READY” when you wrap it up.  By “Pan Ready”, I mean when you thaw it out, it is ready to be fried, broiled or whatever and no more preparation work needs to be done to it.  No picking out hair, or trimming off crusty dried meat, or fat or anything.  It is ready for the pan!  Got it?  Good!

See, this is easy isn’t it.  Skin.  Cut big chunks off the carcass.  Cut the meat from the bones and make a big pile.  Cut the pile down and sort it into three piles.  Junk goes in the trash and good meat is on the table ready to be wrapped and frozen.  Steaks, Chops and Jerky!  This works for all four of the quarters of the animal…any big game animal.

Now let’s talk about those backstraps.  Along side the backbone of our big game animal from just forward (toward the head) of the rear quarters and extending up the backbone to about mid front shoulders are two very large (relatively speaking) muscles.  One on each side of the backbone.  Using your sharpest and thinnest knife, work your way down alongside the backbone.  Cut until you feel the knife tip hitting bones that are down to the animals inside cavity.  Your thin bladed knife should begin to bend and follow those bones out to the side of the animal.  Work these muscles slowly and deliberately from one end to the other and you will end up with two long, almost round pieces of meat.  These pieces of meat are what I cut into 3/4 inch thick slices, across the length and call “chops”.  Toward the shoulder end I usually toss the last 6 inches into the jerky pile.

Now, while we are cutting away at the carcass of the animal.  We have removed all 4 quarters and the backstraps but we still have the rib cage.  There is a whole lot of meat on the rib cage that is good for jerky.  Some folks will cut the ribs out and cook them like beef or pork ribs and I have tried them and they are very good.  But you can’t freeze them as they take up way to much freezer space.  At least in my opinion and besides you are freezing bones and you know what I said about bones in game meat.  I would rather cut the meat out and off for jerky.  Cut all of the meat you can get off the ribs and you will be surprised at how much meat there actually is.

Well you are almost done.  The carcass should be all in the garbage can by now, or the dogs are scattering the bones all over the yard and the magpies are gathering and picking at the little meat that is left or all three things are and have been taking place.

Let’s wrap those piles up.  You will have to purchase some “freezer wrapping paper” up from the local butcher or grocery store and some freezer tape (masking tape will work too).  Some of the big discount warehouse stores carry large rolls of the stuff.  Smaller stores carry it in 25 and 50 foot rolls, sometimes even 75 foot rolls.  At any rate you will need some of this paper.  It has a thin layer of plastic on the inside of it and this makes it work to help stop freezer burn.  Freezer burn?  That is what it is called when meat is in the freezer and cold air can get to it.  It actually turns the meat dark and dries it out.  When you go to cook the meat it’s best to cut that portion off and throw it away.  That is why you want to protect the meat all you can so you don’t lose a bunch of good meat.

To almost guarantee you will not ever have freezer burn you can first wrap your cuts of meat in plastic wrap like Saran Wrap or some similar plastic wrap and then wrap once more in Freezer paper.  Or, double wrapping in the freezer paper will do the same thing.

I like to put enough pieces of meat in each package for a meal for me and my wife and a couple of extra pieces for the next day’s breakfast or quick snack.

Once wrapped, I mark the package with the type of meat (i.e. deer steak) and the year of harvest (i.e. 2011).  This holds true for both the steaks and the chops but the jerky meat is loaded up in as big a package as I can wrap and it usually ends up close to 5 pounds in size.  I will grind the jerky meat up at a later time and make my jerky.

This all might sound complicated, but it really is not.  A few basics and some practice and you will be cutting up all your big game meat.

Bears Butt

Sept. 2011

Written on September 20th, 2011 , Uncategorized
By: Bears Butt

Are you a muzzleloader kind of person?  You know, the kind that shoots a muzzleloader.  Maybe even shoots muzzleloaders all the time and never (or seldom) shoots anything else.  It really amazes me when I hear the old timers saying “I know I put powder down the barrel before I loaded the ball”.  “I never forget the powder”!

And then there are the new comers to the game.  They admit they have not been shooting muzzleloaders for very long, but they insist they put powder down the barrel before they loaded the bullet.  Always have, always will.

At any rate I just read a forum where the guy is asking for advise on why his rifle did not go BOOM when he popped the cap on his muzzy gun.  He did admit he was cautious and kept his muzzle pointed down range for an extended period of time after the cap popped, as he waited for the hang fire BOOM, that never happened.  Then he went down range and found his bullet about 15 feet in front of his gun.

Maybe his powder was wet or moistened by the gun oil he cleaned his gun with before he went to the range to shoot.  I do not know, but for sure he did not follow common sense tradition of making sure his muzzleloader was ready for powder and ball by clearing the passage with an un-powdered cap or a slight amount of powder and cap to dry the barrel.

We all have to learn sometimes.  Let it not be the lesson learned on the hunt.  There stands a 400 class bull elk only 15 yards away.  Broadside and not a clue you are anywhere in the country.  POP!  Off goes the cap and the bull runs off.  Suddenly you doubt yourself that you even put powder down the barrel when you ran the ball down the barrel back at camp.  Yep!  It does happen to even the old timers.

Bears Butt

Sept. 2011

Written on September 19th, 2011 , Hunting/Fishing/Trapping Stories
By: Bears Butt

Written on September 18th, 2011 , Jokes I like!
By: Bears Butt

Gun sights, what good are they?  Last year in preparation for the big Limited Entry Crawford hunt for deer, I shot a bunch of times to finally have my rifle sighted in to an acceptable grouping for that hunt.  When the time came to shoot at my animal I missed the first one I shot at.  Went high over it’s back.  Not usual for me.

Next came a shot from my rifle that my son took to try and put his animal down for good.  He shot the same place his first bullet hit and did nothing to put the animal down.  My rifle shot somewhere other than where my son was aiming.  Not good.

Lastly, came the shot that put my animal down, but not for the count.  I was aiming at the deers left front  shoulder at about 100 yards and hit the animal high and right taking out its back about 3/4 of the way down the spine towards the rear of the beast.  The buck was down but not dead like I think they should always be when you shoot them.

So, with this years hunt just a week or so away, back to the range I went this morning.  I thought maybe I will shoot 4 or 5 shots and make sure it is shooting where it should.  WRONG!!!!

At the 100 yard distance I first loaded up with three back to back patched round balls ahead of 60 grains of powder.  The difference being my patches were lubed with machining grease.  The kind they use to hone metal parts like metal valves and such.  Some folks call it “lapping” and for me it was an excersize in clearing my riflings of burrs and such that might be in the barrel from its manufacturing.

Then I cleaned the rifle, but probably not as well as should have been done.  Sort of an old mountain mans way of cleaning before putting in a “real” load to shoot.  I used about 10 patches, the first with Hoppes #9 and the rest just dry.  It seemed to clean things up pretty good.

Then in went 105 grains of FFg powder and down on top of that a 425 grain pure lead Hornady, Great Plains, hollow point, hollow base bullet…my favorite hunting bullet.  Careful aim and boom!  Did not hit the target, nor the cardboard holding the target.  Where did that bullet go?  Two more times I shot the same load and finally one of them “accidentally” hit to the right of the bullseye.  But what about the other two?  Where did they go?

They closed the range for us to go down and check things out and upon examination, my two bullets hit side by side at least 18 inches above and to the left of the cardboard.  They took sizable chunks of wood out of the target supporting frame.  HMMMMM.  This is not good.  It was shooting fairly well last year, why is it so high now?  I did not tamper with the sights.  I just cleaned the gun and put it away.  Did my “lapping” change things that much?

So, with the Weasel by my side, we discussed what we should do.  Lower the grains of powder to 90 and let’s see what it does.  Maybe 105 is too much.  So I cleaned it up with Hoppes again, cleared the barrel and loaded it up with 90 grains.  Boom!  Boom!  Boom!  Three more times I shot.  Down range we go and no new holes in the paper!  What is going on?

Back to the bench and another cleaning of the rifle takes place.  Barrel is cleared and another load of 90 grains of powder is poured in.  The Weasel stands aside and watches WAY OUT BEYOND THE TARGET to see if he can tell where the bullet is hitting.  About 200 yards out, that is, 100 yards beyond where my target is, stands a large mound of dirt.  The kind put there to intentionally stop a projectile from bouncing out of the range and into a propellent manufacturing plant.  Boom!  The Weasel announces my bullet it the top of the mound of dirt at the 200 yard mark!  WHAT?  In order for that bullet to get out there I must be shooting 24 inches high.  It must have been a fluke.  Let’s try it again.

Another load is put in and another shot made.  Sure enough, almost in the same spot a blast of dirt explodes on the impact.  Ok Mr. Weasel, what do you suggest?  Well, PA, like you I like to make my adjustments in “drastic measures” and so I suggest lowering your sights one full turn and lowering the powder measure to 80 grains.  HMMMM I think.  And then I say, I will lower my sights all the way to the bottom and then use 80 grains of powder.  And this is what I did.

Cleaning of the gun took place once more.  Barrel cleared.  Sights lowered to the lowest setting and 80 grains of powder poured in.  Another shiny 425 grain chunk of lead slammed down on top of the powder and careful aim taken.  BOOM!  “Low” calls out the Weasel!  “Under the target, I saw dirt fly about 50 yards beyond the target”!  This is good I think!  Let’s try that one again just to make sure.  Powder, bullet, slam it down, cap,  BOOM!  “Hit the same place as the last one”!  Calls out the Weasel.  This is very good.  I will raise my sight one full turn.  “Good Call”.  Says the Weasel.  And I did raise my sight one full turn.  Swabbed the barrel with dry patches this time and then reloaded.  Again with 80 grains.  BOOM!  “I think you hit the target that time because I saw dirt fly up right at the base of the berm”.  Says the Weasel.  I have confidence now and I reload again using 80 grains.  BOOM!  BOOM!  Two more shots.  Now let’s clean the barrel, wait for the range to be closed and let’s go take a look.

The range is closed and we walk down to find THREE holes IN the paper, low on the bulls eye!  I am stoked!  YES!  BULLETS ARE HITTING THE PAPER!!!  What would you do Weasel?  I’d put in 90 grains of powder and try it again.  Well, I say since I only have 4 bullets and 4 caps left and probably enough powder to shoot them out.  I should raise my sights 1/2 turn and increase my powder to 90 grains and shoot 3 more shots.  Whatever happens happens cuz it’s time to go.  OK, says the Weasel.

Back at the bench, the sight is turned in the up direction 1/2 turn.  The powder measure adjusted to 90 grains.  Powder is poured and dumped down the barrel and one of the last 4 bullets slammed down on top of the powder.  BOOM!  BOOM!  BOOM!  And one last bullet sits lonely in the container.  Also, one last cap sits in the tin.  Well, let’s clean this mess up and put it away.  The range won’t be closed for awhile and when it does we will go down and get the target.  It is what it is.

After a few minutes the range is closed and we go down to get the target.  I feel good about the 90 grains of powder.  Just enough punch to make you know it is a powerful load, but not so over bearing as to cause the shooter to flinch.  But it isn’t any good unless it hits what it is aimed at.  RIGHT?  I admited to the Weasel that my last shot taken I pulled it so to expect a flyer, but it still should have hit close to the bull.

As we approach the target there are two nicely placed holes just above the bull and slightly to the left and a new hole to the right of the bull about 5 inches.  YES!  I am now a confident little shooter once again.  Out of stock, yes, but confident!  Any buck that shows itself on the hunt is in trouble.

Will Bears Butt take home the Big Buck Prize this year?  Time will tell.  Will Bears Butt hold out for a BIG buck…yes…any legal buck is a BIG buck to the Butt.  Thanks Weasel for attending to your dads missing and crying.  And for being such a good spotter of dirt flying up and around the target.  Life is good once again, just like it is supposed to be all the time.  I can hardly wait for the hunt to begin.  Beers and Cheers!

Oh Ya!  Gun sights, what good are they?  They ain’t No Good if they aren’t aiming at the same place the bullet is going to go.

Bears Butt

Sept. 2011

Written on September 18th, 2011 , Hunting/Fishing/Trapping Stories
By: Bears Butt

About 33 years ago, when we were just beginning to get really involved with the mountain man scene.  Since there were only four of us who were really playing with the whole deal at the time.  We were reading and studying about the mountain man era and getting quite informed about the 1800’s and rendezvous etc.  We also had built our first ever mountain man leathers out of deer skins from the deer we had shot with out muzzleloaders.  Life was as good then as it is now.

Anyway, Wapiti Dung and I were both working in the big city of Salt Lake and he got a call from one of his “people” who asked if he would come to his church and talk about the mountain man era and what have you.  Of course you don’t turn down one of your “people” when they request such as that.

Wapiti accepted and then called me.  “Butt, would you like to join me in a presentation about mountain men and the era of the mountain men”?  And so it was, I too accepted the challenge for one of Wapiti’s “people”.  It will be a fun thing to do, and then we can drive home together and have friendly conversation and drink.

When the evening of the presentation came.  I drove to Wapiti’s work place and the two of us got into his vehicle and drove to the church.  It doesn’t really matter the denomination of the church, but they had prepared for us to be on stage in a large auditorium with very big windows on our left.  Windows with huge amounts of different colored glass and lead lines holding it all together.  It was a beautiful setting for our first ever “Mountain Man Demonstration”.

Both of us love to get up in front of crowds and show off our talents and we were both very proud to have been asked to do this demonstration.  We had discussed what each of us would present and we covered a brief of the mountain man era in the United States.  Rendezvous.  Clothing.  Guns and gun safety.  It was a marvel and it set the stage for the numerous mountain man demonstrations we continue to present when asked to this day.

Before us was a huge crowd of perhaps 100 people.  Ages ranged from about 6 to 70.  Toward the end of our demonstration there was standing room only in the very back and along the sides of the auditorium.  As the crowd grew so did our chests.  We were a big hit and we knew it.

We had began our discussion with a comment that at any time during the presentation, the audience could ask us questions.  And so it began with a young man right down in front of us.  He was perhaps 13 years old and very impressed with what he was hearing from us.  He had a million and one questions and kept raising his hands and stopping us from going on.  He was a chubby little guy, who’s feet just did touch the ground when he sat in the chair.  After about a half hour of his questions we started to ignore his hand and went on with our show.

We had decided that to end our presentation we would both load up parade loads and fire them off at the same time and that would be a good thing to do.  Mostly to show the folks that these guns make a lot of noise, and blow a lot of smoke and the smoke smells very good.

As we got to this portion of the presentation, Wapiti was the speaker and I just followed his lead on what he was saying.  It went something like this:

Now folks, in order to get a muzzleloader to fire and take down the game animal you are shooting at, you first have to load it with powder.  Now, it is only safe to load the powder by using a devise called a powder measure.  You pour your powder from your powder flask, like this one, and pour the black powder out of it and into your powder measure.  Make sure you put your powder flask plug back into the powder flask, before you pour the measured powder down the barrel of the muzzleloader.  (a short pause while the plug is inserted and the powder is poured down the barrel).  Next, we use a cloth patch.  These patches are made of 100 percent pure cotton.  Do not use any synthetic material as it will mess up your barrel when you fire it.  We place the patch over the barrel like this.  (another short pause).  Then you place a round ball of proper caliber for your rifle on top of the patch.  My rifle is a 50 caliber Hawken, Bears Butt’s rifle is a 54 caliber.  We will then use a short starter like this one in my hand to force the ball and patch down the barrel a short distance to get it started.  We will not be loading real round balls down our barrels at this time.  Instead we will be putting toilet paper wads down on top of the powder to simulate the round ball.  We don’t want to be making holes in the ceiling of this beautiful church. (And so we did in fact push large pieces of toilet paper down our barrels and on top of the powder).  Now to continue.  In Utah, a muzzleloader is not considered a loaded weapon until a cap or prime has been put in place on the nipple or in the pan.  One can carry this loaded rifle in their vehicle and not be ticketed for a loaded gun.  We are now going to place a cap on the nipple of our rifles like this. (pause again as the caps are placed on the nipples.  Wapiti whispers to me that on 3 we will both fire our guns into the air.  The crowd does not hear him).  These rifles are now considered loaded and can be fired to take the game you are persuing…1…2….3!  BOOOOMMMMM! An almost deafening boom I might add.  What with two rifles loaded with parade loads going off in a room the size of a large classroom and nothing there to absorb the sound at all.  In fact walls made of lacquered wood and wood floors and only the large glass panes on our left.

And the crowd went wild!  I mean “THE CROWD WENT WILD”!  Chairs were tipping over, smoke filled the entire room, filtering toilet paper floated down into the unbelieving crowd.  Mouths were agape!  Old ladies were being helped up off their backs, people were removing their hands from over their ears and the smell of blackpowder was wonderfully everywhere!  What a site!  The little fat boy in the front was also on his back and as he rolled to the side to be able to stand, you could see a very wet crotch where it was dry moments before.

I looked at Wapiti and he looked at me and I said “Let’s not do that inside a church anymore”.

We were never asked to come back to that church for any presentations again, and only Wapiti can say if that man was ever one of his “people” after that.

The culmination of that first presentation was a learning experience we both have cherished for all of these years.  The best was the little fat boy in the front row.  It would be interesting to know what he is doing right now and how those shots effected him.  Does he remember the day the mountain men came to the church to show how mountain men lived back in 1800?  Or has he a mental block of the entire ordeal?  Perhaps he is in a lead position in a mental institute OR is he a resident of same?  We will never know.  BUT, for all of you who do give demonstrations like these, take it from the two who have been there…don’t fire your muzzleloaders inside a building.

Bears Butt

Sept. 2011

Written on September 16th, 2011 , Just more stories
By: Bears Butt

I can sense a change in the weather.  The morning hours are crisp.  The evening gets darker quicker and there is a coolness to the last hour of the sun shine.  I hear distant shots being fired as folks are sighting in their rifles.  The calendar shows several big game hunts going on right now.

The local scouting and outing events have to consider these hunts as they plan their outdoor activities.  It is definitely Fall that is coming.  Summer is giving in to this cool air and I can see the leaves on the mountain beginning to turn from the green they have been all summer, to a different shade of green and even some are showing orange mixed in.

Some think the leaves turn color because of the coolness of the air.  But that is not the case.  It is the angle of the sun that tells the trees it is time to push the sap down and into the roots and prepare for the cold of winter.  The leaves stop their photosynthesis and the color goes out of them, leaving them with their historic colors of red, orange, yellow and mottled colors.  I love this time of year!

I love all the seasons.

Bears Butt

Sep. 2011

Written on September 15th, 2011 , Uncategorized
By: Bears Butt

I was just reminded of an incident that “almost” happened while on an elk hunt a few years back.   There were four of us at the camp this particular day (night) and we had pre-assigned ourselves jobs for each of the days.  At the cooking station, there was always a “cook”, an “assistant cook”, and a “go-fer”.  I was a go-fer this night.

As the cooking was going on, I was being asked to go for this and go for that and I might add I was doing a remarkable job at my task.

I was closely observing the chief cook of the night, Edjukateer, and absorbing his talents at cooking two very nice looking pounds of bacon to utter cripness.  Just like I like.  As the bacon reached the desired crispness, he would remove it and place it an foil lined container on a warming area of the cook station.  Meanwhile, Hunter, the assistant cook of the night, was busy with another part of the meal: Eggs!  Eggs would be placed on the grill at the very moment that when the spuds were done, the eggs would be done as well, and we would eat.  Eggs were always “done to order”, and most wanted theirs to have runny yolks.

Both Hunter and I were watching the master at work and when he removed the last of the crispy bacon, he looked at me and said, “Go get me the potatoes and I will dump them right here in this pan with the bacon grease”!!!

My eyes got really wide and I looked at Hunter and we both said about the same instant, “NO!!  Don’t cook the potatoes in all that grease”!!!!!  Edjukateer looked at us a bit on the quizzical side and then agreed that maybe that would not be such a good idea.  We were happy and Many Steps, who had the night off, did not know what we saved him from.

Take it from me, who just finished cooking two patties of regular ground sausage and my portion of potatoes in the same pan at the same time.  There isn’t any grease left in the pan.  I wonder why?  Will this day be a long one?  Will at some point I be able to leave the house?  Time will tell.  As for now, I GOTTA GO!!!!

Bears Butt

Sept. 2011

Written on September 13th, 2011 , Recipes, Uncategorized
By: Bears Butt

At this last rendezvous, Dry Dog marinaded a beef roast in Italian Dressing and Soy Sauce for a few hours and then cooked it up on the BBQ.  He shared this delight with none other than lucky me.  It was deeeelliiishiiioouuussss!!!  Thank you Mr. Dry Dog!  A little crunchy on the outside and that is just how I like my burnt fat on a steak.  Boy was that a great meal.

So, at home the next week, Sherry and I decided to try that marinade on some venison steaks….Now these steaks aren’t the big ol juicy steaks you buy at the store with T bones or Rib bones tucked in them.  These are plain old deboned, no fat venison steaks.  Not too big, but just right for a meal for older people like us.

I BBQed them babies up but I did not over cook them.  Most folks think they have to make jerky out of game meat in order to kill of the wild things that get into wild game meat.  People, let me assure you there are probably less wild things in wild game meat than the wild things in the meat you are buying in the store.

So, they went into the warming oven to wait until we got all the other fixins ready to eat.  They were very good!  I mean they were VERY GOOD!  Good enough that Dry Dog and I are going to have a meal of venison steak marinaded in Italian dressing and Soy sauce on the muzzle load hunt coming up in a couple of weeks.

It is so simple it’s almost a crime.  One cup of Italian Dressing (Zesty is good), and one cup of Soy Sauce (low sodium is good).  Put the meat and marinade in a baggie and let it sit in the fridge for 4 or more hours.  Take the meat out and put it on the BBQ, watch it sizzle, take a drink of beer, flip it over, baste the side you just cooked with some of the marinade.  Take a drink of beer, flip it over, baste that side with the marinade.  Take it off the grill and put it in a covered dish and toss it in the warming oven….OR better yet, put it on a plate and eat it.

You won’t be disappointed!  I’ll bet it would be good with Elk, Moose, Buffalo, Caribou, Mountain Goat, Duck, Goose, Pheasant, Quail, Ptarmigan, Lamb or maybe even Cougar or Beaver.

Bears Butt

Sept. 2011

Written on September 13th, 2011 , Recipes
By: Bears Butt

Yesterday afternoon we had our annual muzzleload deer hunt planning meeting.  That is a sure sign Fall is here and the hunting season is about to begin.  As will all our planning meetings comes the “who is going when”, “who is sleeping in who’s camper or trailer”, “what meals do we want to prepare”  etc. etc.  Last night was no different.  I got to thinking afterward why don’t we just draft up the usual and save it from year to year?  Then there would only have to be minor changes made and we would be done.  Actually we wouldn’t even have to have a meeting, we could do that via email.

NAH!  That would take a very important aspect out of the years hunt!  We have to have a meeting and discuss all of these important things.  Besides we need an excuse to drink a few beers and tell stories about past hunts and of course the heckling begins for this seasons hunt just like it did yesterday.

A few years back I purchased a “squawking magpie” to use as a predator calling devise.  It raises quite a noise and then it shuts off for a few seconds and then begins again.  It is obnoxious to say the least and once you have heard all of the calls it makes, you have generally had enough of it.  But for predators it is supposed to work really well, calling in especially coyotes because they think the magpie has found a fresh kill and in they come to investigate.  Well, I have not used it for that purpose yet.  Instead, I have taken it to the hunting camp and use it as a “Wake up everybody!  It’s time to go hunting”! alarm.  I will get up by my alarm clock and then quietly slip out into the middle of camp and place the little squawker out and turn it on.  There is plenty of time for me to slip back into my trailer before the noise begins.  On about round two of the noises, you begin to see other trailer lights coming on…it works really good!  When I feel it is time for it to be brought into “safety”, I will go out and pick it up and walk around camp making sure every trailer and tent gets an up close and personal listen to it.

Well, yesterdays meeting is calling for an historic event to take place at this years hunt.  Our friend Magpie is going to camp in my trailer, with Dry Dog, Weasel and myself.  Magpie has NEVER stayed in my trailer and it will be a pleasure indeed to have him as a guest.  But, someone commented about the wake up calling bird and Magpie himself said (with demonstration I might add) that when you see Bears Butt walking around camp in the morning like this…….with a plastic magpie tail sticking out of his backside, you know where that bird got put!

Well, I cannot have such as that and I will do something about it.

Another historic event will take place this year as well…Bears Butt is going to ride in the Magpie Express, his newest hunting rig he calls “The Blue Goose”.  This will be the first time EVER that Bears Butt has ridden with Magpie on a hunting expedition and I look very much forward to that day.  Bring lots of tootsie rolls and jerky!

We are expecting a very large gathering at our camp and our good friends Gunner and Gattlin are preparing a wonderful Jambalaya meal for us all on Tuesday evening!  Bring it on guys!  Can I help cut up the trifecta?  Just a reminder guys…Magpie hates shrimp…but says make it any way you want he will still eat it.

Additionally, a man I have only met once to my recall, Mario, is going to have prepared for us a large batch of pork and hominy.  A meal he calls Pozole.  There is never any left after we are done eating.

Thanks Mario, Gunner and Gattlin!  We love your meals!

I, for one, am really looking forward to the camp and the hunt.  If anyone bags a deer that will be a bonus.  This begins and ends my year and I’m excited!

Bears Butt

Sept. 2011

 

Written on September 12th, 2011 , Hunting/Fishing/Trapping Stories

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