by vinner » Mon Jun 22, 2009 10:50 pm
I think I'm going to cry.
Big Guy yet again hits us with an idea on what to make next out of our venison bounty, just 2 hours after I found out that the electricity at the ranch went out for some period of time some weeks ago. How do I know the electricity was out?
Well, since the county that the ranch is in is the size of the state of New Hampshire, with a population of 4,600 souls, providence would have to be involved. The propane distributor made his quarterly check of the tank. Something smelled odd to him coming out of the 2,000 square foot ranch house. Something similar to the smell of a deceased rancher, in full decomposition, and he would know, as he found the old owner in 1975 in the same manner.
So, the Sheriff of the county calls me. Wants to know if anyone has been staying there ( we are 330 miles away in Houston). So, no , no one is supposed to be there. He wants to know if we could possibly have some "illegal aliens" from south of the Texas border who could have snuck into the house. "How the "eff" do I know", I say.
"So", he asks, "can we enter the house and look around"? "Yes", I say. "Do you know that if we find something inside you will possibly have to account for where you have been hourly for the last two weeks" he asks?
To make a short story long, being arrested subject to investigation would have been the second worst thing that could ever happen to me in my life. As luck would have it, the first worst thing happened.
The freezer died in the blackout. Over 400 pounds of venison from 4 different kinds of animals, sausages, snack sticks, duck breasts, burger meat, shrimp and, most sadly, roasted cheese and crab stuffed breaded and ready to fry jalapenos were lost in one, big stinky mess.
The sheriff offered to buy an enchilada dinner on Wednesday after I get there and through all the crap out!
" To be the stewards of what we have been given, to reap what we sow, to enjoy the harmony of it all.
me