The hunt for real food, big guns and safaris

December 2, 2011


The search for quality ingredients and adequate cooking equipment seems to be never ending. If you’ve seen Chef Gordon Ramsay’s show “the F Word,” you understand the extremes he goes to raising or hunting for the finest ingredients available.

Sometimes it really takes him on a wild game hunt. So, in Chef Ramsay’s image and with funding from my winning a free speech law suit, I have undertaken the planning of a couple of adventures. First, when my daughters come to visit this Christmas, we will recreate a favorite movie scene by rotissering a lamb on the front yard. Next, I’m all set to visit South Africa to hunt something large and yummy, although I plan to share.

In search of cooking a lamb on ones front yard

Those familiar with the movie “My Big Fat Greek Wedding” know the famous scene in which a whole lamb was barbecued on Gus’s front yard. Four things would be needed: a whole lamb, something to cook the lamb, a good recipe, and marinade. Fortunately, the recipe and marinade were the easiest challenges.

I wanted to cook a lamb on a spit or rotisserie, but as I was to learn, the search for an affordable barbecue was a challenge. The truth is that you could pay a lot of money and get much more than you need or spend very little for a spit that was completely inadequate. However, I found a spit on-line measuring over 51 inches that would be perfect. Anyone who has worked a rotisserie knows that a five hour slow cooking process with the final searing done up close results in perfection.

One question remained–where to find an entire lamb?

Finding an entire high quality lamb involved a bit of travel and a few tweets to chefs I know for recommendations. I stopped by Superior Foods in Vernon (near where I once worked for Kal Kan) and picked up a choice 29.2 pound lamb that I had previously ordered. I tied my trip to Vernon with a stop at the South African Embassy and the U.S. Customs office at the Los Angeles airport.  More on that in the next section.

How I ended up on safari

I would like to say that this was all part of a master plan and that I knew all along what impact my fateful trip to Los Osos would have on my normally calm existence. For all I knew, I was off to a simple fundraiser with about $20 in my pocket. Oh, if it were only so simple. So here is how it happened.

A few months back, I took notice of a small but interesting posting concerning a fundraiser for the “Friends of the NRA.” I have been acquainted with the National Rifle Association for a long time. The fundraiser was to be held in the Los Osos community center in the evening with a live and silent auction as well as some raffles and such that conform very strictly to California laws. The money raised that night is poured into a variety of worthy projects that serve the local hunting/shooting community. I bought a couple of entry tickets on-line and put them on a board by my computer; however, I should have taken a closer look at the date.

Leaving the hunting life of Texas as a young man was hard for me; so I was pleased to drive to Los Osos the night of the fundraising event to meet like minded people. As I approached the parking lot half full of cars, I couldn’t help but observe that my Ford Expedition stood out. I was in the land of Smart Cars, Priuses and other hybrids along with the token ancient Mercedes or two.

Walking into the main foyer, I was a bit surprised by the tables of what I thought were unusual complimentary snacks. The people looked unlike the typical hunter types that I expected.

However, I shrugged it off and thought to myself, well, this is California. Inadvertently, I had shown up exactly one month early and found myself at a Weight Watchers meeting. I smiled, but it quickly became apparent that I was about as welcome as a man walking into a woman’s locker room, which really wasn’t too far from the truth. Laura and I walked out chuckling and headed home a bit amused at my fallibility.

Friends of the NRA

The following month we returned early, which was a good idea as parking was tough to find if you arrived later in the evening. The view of the parking lot contained plenty of pick up trucks and larger vehicles. As we walked inside, I felt instantly more comfortable. These were people who could take care of themselves. Ah, I love the smell of testosterone in the evening.

Laura and I walked around to see all the activities, prizes and auction items. Later, Laura remarked that these folks really knew how to run a fund raiser. Last year alone we were told that they raised over $ 500,000. However, this was not just an auction of wealthy folks. We noticed quite a range of society coming in to bid on items that they felt they needed, wanted or believed they could use. Those attending knew that their donation was going to a cause they believed in and also hoped to get a bargain or two in the process.

As I quickly looked around, I knew that to raise that kind of money they were expecting they would have to turn me upside down and shake me until everything fell out; I am afraid they would be disappointed. The truth is that all they only had to do is to have something I or others really wanted. This they did.

As was the case with many attendees, the item that brought me to the fundraiser was a Kimber 1911 pistol and it finally went for $1050. For those of you who don’t know, that was a bargain. No, I didn’t win this. However, I was more interested in experiences and travel. The item I won was a seven day Safari in South Africa with two trophy animals thrown in to complete the package, valued over $6000. Obviously, this is not the end of the story.

Finding the big gun

Bringing hunting rifles into another country is always challenging and knowing the rules helps save a lot of aggravation. In talking to friends and my ‘PH’ (Professional Hunter) assigned to my Safari, I discovered that none of the rifles I could lay my hands on could be taken into South Africa. A lever action Winchester is considered an automatic and has to be left home.

What I needed for South Africa was an old fashioned bolt action large caliber rifle. To be practical this rifle would have to have a dual purpose: it must be able to hunt smaller game like the relative of the antelope called Springbok or the larger Reedbok; but, it also should be capable of bringing down a Cape buffalo and other dangerous beasts. With our anniversary coming up, Laura knew what I would need and began searching. Don’t you love a woman who understands you?

For hunting large and dangerous game there are many choices today. Many of the “shoulder cannons” that are offered are rather expensive as wondrous as they might be. The “T-Rex double barreled gun” that appeared in the second Jurassic Park movie is a good example of “very expensive.” My task was to find something effective and priced reasonably, or at least more reasonably.

Historically, the term ‘big gun’ is relative. During the American Civil War, many battles were fought using 56 caliber rifles. The thought of two armies fighting each other with what were essentially “Elephant Guns” is chilling.

375 caliber rifle and scope

We ended up buying an Interarms Mark X with a scope, a case, lock and some ammo through Four Season’s Outfitters here in San Luis Obispo. This is the big game hunting rifle your mother warned you about. My gun is around 50 years old judging from the petrified recoil pad and the low serial number. This is not your casual ‘plinking’ target rifle as the bullets cost around $70 for a box of 20 and you need about 100 for a trip alone, not counting all the preparation at the rifle range you want and must do. This was never an expensive rifle to begin with, but while reading the various hunting boards on-line, I quickly realized that it is a sentimental favorite. My first trip to the range was an amazing experience with this accurate and powerful rifle. It was a perfect choice for me.

By the way, Interarms had a very interesting history as did the international arms dealer Samuel Cummings who owned the company. Wikipedia reports an interaction between Cummings and Fidel Castro:

“…In 1958, Cummings sold 100 ArmaLite AR-10 rifles to Cuban dictator Fulgencio Batista, but in 1959 the entire shipment of AR-10 rifles was captured intact on the Havana docks by the victorious rebel forces of Fidel Castro. Cummings wrote Castro and asked him if he would pay for the rifles or return them, and was invited to visit Cuba in return.  Reportedly impressed with the firepower of the AR-10, Castro paid for the rifles and asked for more…”

Preparing and cooking game

Back to hunting big game in South Africa, I was placed in contact with a S.A. professional hunter who supplied me with all the info needed for me, my gun and ammunition to legally enter South Africa. It appears that hunters today act very much like I was raised; you eat what you hunt. When I asked the obvious question, the P.H. told me that they reserve a portion of the animal for meals, but the entire animal is ultimately used in one fashion or another. If the meat is a little tough, well, they set it aside in some marinade and we all will enjoy it later on in the week.

It’s no secret that men who enjoy cooking will often grow their own food, be it a simple herb, vegetable or an animal that was raised under exacting standards.The point that often divides is in those adventurous few who add hunting to their sourcing talents. Chef Gordan Ramsay is one such a man.

Some of the most enjoyable cookbooks are those that address preparing game caught in the wild and often prepared in more natural surroundings. McClanes is one source, but there are many other wonderful contributions. Nowadays, the great outdoors does not offer as many obstacles to the budding chef as both equipment and nonperishable foodstuffs are readily transportable. Those experienced with marinades can turn the toughest wild game into tender succulent culinary marvels.

How to speak safari and ‘bucket lists’

Many people go on a hunting trip after thorough planning, others find a professional hunter to guide them. I have done both, but the latter is easier. This time around I will be traveling to South Africa to hunt Springbok and Reedbok and something very large and yummy to be determined later. One of the advantages for Americans touring South Africa is the need for only a passport, but no visa. Although many Americans take shots before traveling, none are required unless you pass through a Yellow fever country.

While I was searching for my lamb last month in Los Angeles, I brought my hunting rifle to Homeland security and completed a form #4457. It was quite a strange feeling walking near an airport carrying an undisguised hunting rifle. For all of our protection, one must log their rifle serial numbers as we leave and reenter our country and submit to various background checks.

My daughter Kristin asked me if this was on my bucket list of activities that someone might do before they pass on to the great beyond?  My bucket list, I told her, was about raising a family–this is all extra.

This may not be a dream vacation for everyone and is turning out to be a bit more expensive than I anticipated, but for me, it doesn’t get any better than this. Next, we are hoping to get the entire family together afterwards somewhere for Laura’s and my 40th wedding anniversary.


You’re fairly fat. “Over the last ten years, I’ve had my weight ups and downs (227 – 287), but I’ve never come close to where I started out (427)” and have type 2 diabetes. Maybe you should bag some lettuce and celery instead…might help.


Roger, In what ways are my arguments “less compelling”? To you? It’s as if you honestly believe that the world revolves around you and that you represent some sort of higher reality or moral authority, simply because you enjoy killing for sport.

Roger, you seem to not realize that your desire to KILL and promote and celebrate unnecessary KILLING is absolutely “imposing your will over another “. That you cannot acknowledge this suggests a delusional, narcissistic attitude.

You do not need to kill as much as you do. Everything in your posts suggests you do it for ego gratification. Trying to justify killing by assuring us you eat your kills is so utterly lame. As is your absurd claim that people who hunt or fish automatically and unconditionally have “a greater appreciation for the circle of life than those who haven’t ” is equally absurd, to the point of insanity, and certainly is self-serving.


You need to talk with Ernie Righetti.




Interesting thread

Hmmm… there are some of the curious comments about the morality of how we get our food. It seems that some folks believe that eating meat is okay if the animals were raised for that purpose; whereas, eating meat that you catch in some other fashion is somehow morally, ethically and spiritually wrong. This isn’t the makings of an effective argument as it is based on a rather strange assumption that the farther you are away from the death of an animal the cleaner are your hands. Implying that moral or religious codes support your arguments is historically unfounded if you study religious dietary laws.

I will admit that I advocate looking honestly at the world. I believe that those who have hunted or fished have a greater appreciation for the circle of life than those who haven’t shared these experiences. I pity them.

My purpose in writing this article is simply to expose others to ways of thinking that are not always freely discussed … but should be.


humanity can be neatly cleaved between those who do and those who don’t allow pork to pass their lips what dim genetic memory fuels such deep disdain?

some creatures are so intrinsically beautiful one must be ashamed of extinguishing it’s life for vanity fulfillment..


Big Game hunting stimulates a recessive gene which has the effect of decreasing consciousness, compassion, self-awareness and spontaneously growing the gonads of an orangutan.


Your knowledge of the genome is unfortunately incomplete and faulty. Fortunately, I am married to someone who understands, teaches and writes books relevant to this subject.

Allow me to remind you of three great vegetarians: Hitler, Stalin and Mao.


Bringing your wife’s accomplishments into this does not in any way bolster your argument. Plenty of smart women marry fools and killers. Happens all the time. Perhaps she would like to weigh in on the subject and speak for herself.


What? More crazy talk from Roger Freberg, who is so self-deluded that he imagines that his way of “thinking” and killing for sport is something so important to discuss. He seems oblivious to the fact that so much of our society and culture is based on discussions regarding unnecessary killing and destruction. Roger Freberg is just another voice in the herd of selfish, deluded destroyers who spend so much of their life trying to publicly justify their shameful deeds and desires.


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OK. Check out my postings above. Let me know if that is new enough for you Roger, do you honestly believe that eating vegetables is what turned Hitler into a mass-murderer? Really? Do you? Or are you just clutching for straws again? Roger, surely your intelligences is at least average. Do you honestly not see the poor logic when you try to draw such an outlandish conclusion? Bottom line, Roger: Hitler’s eating habits did not lead to killing millions of Jews nor was it the reason for World War II. Time to get real, Mr. Freberg.


Roger, if you want to hunt, why don’t you hunt for morality, consciousness and the willingness to refrain from killing God’s creatures for “sport”? The selfishness and callousness shown in your articles here is overwhelming. Why are you so eager to promote unnecessary killing of animals? The arrogance and narcissism of this post is so typical and does nothing to make our world better, although it might make your ego feel good. Telling us how you are so eager to killing beautiful, amazing and precious animals for sport is another sign of the sickness of our society. You kill for sport. How sick!


Your life has been truly sheltered hasn’t it?

Your comments are … interesting, I have never thought of hunting as a sport, although many people call it that. I have always thought of it as ‘hunting.’ What is sad for me is how some people are disconnected with the cycle of life.

Boys and Girls, I am now going to tell you a story much like Chef Gordon Ramsay might do… but without the required expletives. Steaks do not come a steak tree, turkeys are not grown without heads and virtually everything that we prefer to eat once roamed, flew or swam somewhere. Oh yes, they may have also slithered or slimed there way along.

Yes, life is beautiful… but it can be very delicious.


Now matter how Roger tries to slice it, the fact is he is killing and promoting killing for sport and ego gratification and selfishness. There was nothing necessary regarding killing precious animals on “safari” in Africa. Sure, life is messy, and we all kill to some degree or another. But what these self-deluded phony-macho straight-outta-the-suburbs wannabe Hemingway “hunters” like Mr. Freberg do and promote is killing at is most egregious and is absolutely not necessary for the health and well-being of anyone or anything. Its just another sign of how sick our culture is.


Yes, Ernest Hemingway was a Hunter.

Yes, our culture has many problems; however, recreating the ‘hunt’ isn’t one of them. ‘Selfishness’ can be defined more in terms of imposing your will over another than in sharing ideas. I wonder , in reality, which of the two of us are really more selfish.

People can read what folks like you have commented… and they can read what I have written and come to their own conclusions. However, don’t be surprised that your arguments are less compelling.


Roger, you claim to wonder who is more selfish, you or me. The answer, clearly, is YOU. Wake up. For one thing, killing for sport is one of the most selfish things a person can do. God blesses us with the miracles of creation and nature and you show yourself to be eager to destroy both for nothing but the most selfish of reasons.


soooOoO… my self-proclaimed religious friend… which religion & whose god says that hunting is bad?


Religion is about LOVE, Roger. And I don’t mean “love of killing.” You’re not going to be hunting for food for you or your family. You’re killing for some sort of short lived atavistic ego-gratification at the expense of God’s miraculous creations. Get real.

God has blessed you and your family to be living in a land with an abundance of the worlds best fruits and vegetables, allowing you to live a life where you can minimize the amount of death and suffering you cause in your lifetime. But you don’t appreciate this and go so far as to kill and brag about killing for no good reason. Of course you are not alone in this.


It simply is not necessary to hunt wild free game. We as a society have domesticated species that we breed and slaughter specifically for the purpose of consumption. Roger, you were born 100 years too late. To take a beautiful free creature out of the wild for sport and it is “SPORT” is about as narcissistic as it gets. Occasionally some species have to be thinned because civilization has encroached upon their habitat to the extent that those creatures (deer for example) can no longer be sustained in the numbers roaming the woodlands. If you must kill something, take part in those hunts.


Well, I don’t know if I qualify for being born hundred years too late or is it accurate.

Looking at my family might just say the opposite: my wife Laura is a cal poly professor, my daughter Karen is an assistant Professor at the University of Louisville and my eldest daughter Kristin is an army major currently on assignment teaching at West Point.

Narcissism? Moi? I go sometimes minutes each day without looking in a mirror.

At the end of the road, two types of people exist: those content to meet the next adventure and those angry, bitter few who feel that life has passed them by. I recommend the first.


More delusional, obfuscating comments from you, Roger. Way off base. I’m neither bitter or angry. I love life and am optimistic, but must admit that life IS passing by us all. And maybe it is the fear of that, Roger, your fear of DEATH, that makes you so aware of “life passing” you by. And thus, in some irrational, ego-driven fear, you have taken the saying literally, to the point that you go on “safari” to see “life passing by” so you can SHOOT IT DEAD IN ITS TRACKS.

But the reality is, Roger, you will die nevertheless, and in your case your soul will one day know the pain and suffering that you so blithely, and mindlessly inflict upon God’s creatures as you kill for “sport”. But you go one step worse, by trying to promote such ugly, unnecessary brutality to others, as if you need others to justify your deeds.

You seem intelligent, Roger. But you need to wise up. A lot of intelligent people routinely play an active part in turning heaven on Earth into a living hell. And that’s exactly what you do when you kill the way you so proudly advertise to the world. May God help you.


Check out this quote from Roger’s comment above:

“virtually everything that we prefer to eat once roamed, flew or swam somewhere.”

He states this as if it applies to the entire human race. Maybe he even believes it. Maybe he has some irrational fear of fruits and vegetables or has never had a decent meal of them. Poor guy.

But if he honestly believes what he writes, then there is certain some degree of self-serving, self-justifying delusional thinking that forms the basis of his comments.

As for me, virtually NOTHING I prefer eating “once roamed, flew or swam somewhere.” I offer that as more proof of the outlandish, destructive dabsurdity of Mr. Freberg’s statements.


eat what you hunt, good man

robert a

Your analogy is lame. Fact is, only the well to do, wealthy one percent (to use an current phase) can safari exotic game.

I suppose there are as many people outraged about the mechanized, cheap labor, (read quasi legal immigrants),factory meat production system that puts that nicely wrapped steak in the supermarket, marketed to achieve inexpensive maximum proteins to as many people as possible. We grow meat to grow our culture and society. The slaughterhouse is the furnace that fuels, with complex enzymes and proteins, your very thoughts.

There are 6 billion people on earth, imagine if every single one went our an bought a high tech, high powered firearm and started hunting game tomorrow. It simply wouldn’t work.

Again, this is a hobby for self indulgent, mostly white, privileged rich people and simply cannot be compared to the attempt to feed the millions.


robert a,

It is all a matter of priorities and the way we choose to live our lives.

Singling out white people or hunters or immigrants for your disdain is not the way to win an argument.

Here’s something that might curb your venom… a nice glass of George Washington’s Eggnog ( he’s that old white guy from a long time ago)


This is an interesting eggnog that I would like to try for the holiday’s. I love these old fashioned recipes. No doubt I’ll be using less alcohol as good old GW must have been knocked on his butt (along with all his friends) after drinking (potion wise) what I would equate to a version of today’s “Long Island Ice Tea”! Who knows maybe I’m a light weight!!

My question is that the egg’s aren’t cooked in the recipe and I’m concerned about salmonella. I mentioned this on a thread last week regarding my homemade ice cream and said that I only use CalPoly eggs because I know how cautious CP is but now (a week later) I am reading that CP has an e-coli recall! Can we count on the alcohol to kill the bacteria and if so, I guess we probably need to make it as potent as George’s recipe calls for?

It was mentioned (last week) that washing the egg shells prior to cracking will alleviate the concerns of these nasty bacteria. What is your opinion on that?




Although I can’t be sure, my guess is that with the amount of alcohol in George Washington’s Egg Nog mixture I use… I can’t imagine much survives. I even leave it in the refrigerator for a few days to allow the spices to blend.

However, you can check with how others address the issue on-line and that is always a good check… this is just how I do it.

There are probably plenty of things that I do that aren’t perfect. Laura — in fact — shows in her classes videos of two chefs from different cultures that reflect their culture’s relative concern for cleanliness. One chef tastes everything with a spoon for texture and taste then places the spoon into the sink… the other chef uses their fingers on everything. Which makes you more comfortable?… the answer: it depends. It’s hard to create a perfectly antiseptic kitchen.

I guess my answer might be — if you have concerns — to buy some non alcoholic eggnog in the store and add the proportions of alcoholic mixture to your tastes and tolerance.


First off, I’m both jealous and happy for you… should be a wonderful experience.

Secondly, were you or are you still a stock broker? If so, you were my broker a number of years ago when I was interested in options.

Have a great trip and happy hunting…………


Interesting, my father (same name) was also a stock broker in this community until he passed away in 1986. As for me, I have been retired for many years now and had very few option traders. Maybe you bought MSFT from me?

In any event, I am looking forward to the travel, the hunt and the feast!


Did your father do a lot of unnecessary killing also?


Oh, my father was busy raising a family… but before we came along… yes, he hunted. However, I don’t think he ever called it ‘unnecessary.’


Roger, I really enjoyed this story. You’re such an eloquent writer that I became engrossed in your story and forgot (but not for long) that I am angry at you for wanting to kill 2 or 3 innocent, wild and free creatures for fun. Those animals don’t belong to you, they belong to themselves and you have no moral right to kill them for sport. I support the NRA but I don’t want to shoot anything that is made of flesh and blood and don’t understand how or why anyone else would want to. Testosterone (??), it’s over rated.

Congratulations to you and your wife on winning such a fabulous exciting prize. Be sure to take photo’s and share them here with us when you return. Have a wonderful trip and I really am impressed imagining that barbecue on your front lawn when you get back, in the mean time, I guess you have a BIG freezer with a dead animal in it ;)


I am under the impression the animals will be eaten and quite often no portion is wasted, as there is always someone who can “use that” part. See his whole section on “Preparing and cooking game” – I could be wrong, and do not wish to put words in Roger’s mouth, especially if he’s chowing down on some ‘bok.

My question to Roger would be: Did you investigate RENTING or BUYING a rifle & ammo in South Africa? I’d be curious how the price for that matches bringing your own. Granted, it’s a great feeling to take down dinner with your own gear… plus, said rifle will then always hold a special place in your heart.

FYI – on the lamb, SLO has a Greek Orthodox Church, I’m sure someone there has spit-roasted a lamb. I’ve done a small boar before, and it took FOREVER and a day… 12+ hours. Nothing like starting a BBQ at 11pm…



Shhhhh… my STORY was that I HAD to buy the rifle! Besides, my daughters have started planning some hunts in Alaska and Eastern Canada… so, if I amortize the cost of the rifle over all of this, it probably is worth owning. The point you made about the memory the rifle will have is very valid and resonates with me.

We’ve been to the Greek Festival held in Mission Plaza a couple of times and bought their rotisseried lamb and it was wonderful. Personally, I like my Moussaka much better : … and my daughters make the best Baklava. My Pistitsio aint bad either. Lamb is a very lean dish and the spit roasting is about a 5 hour process… I just didn’t have the equipment.

In Texas, we had a commercial smoker that we worked through the night… but I am unwilling to stand around that long anymore!



Well, Cindy… that is what is nice about CCN, we can each share our points of view.

I believe hunting is part of our nature , whether it be shopping on Black Friday, gathering berries at a nature conservancy or tracking our next dinner; it is part of who we are. We can pretend to be otherwise, but I don’t think that is looking at the world very honestly. Oh, yes, I have 3 freezers with a lot of ‘dead’ things in them… but they are all delicious!

By the way, testosterone is a very interesting … women with a little extra… makes them… more interesting. ;)


You might think I was being sarcastic in my second paragraph, I wasn’t but I can understand how it might have been interpreted that way, after my first paragraph. I don’t have any qualms about people enjoying the bounty that is afforded us humans by means of breeding livestock for consumption. The way I see it, those creatures belong to us, we bred them, we fed them, we cared for them and then we used them for the purpose intended. That isn’t the same as a creature that is free and belongs to itself. I wasn’t being sarcastic about your barbecue on the lawn either, it sounds fun. Likewise, I was curious about how you can fit a whole lamb in your freezer, so yeah it must be a large upright?

I also meant it when I said I hope you will share photo’s of your trip and safari with us, obvious void of the dead game, that is…. ;)



Well, we agree to disagree on this one.

Yes, I plan to take a lot of pictures… my daughters insist that I post them as soon as I can… I’ll have to see how much bandwidth I have in South Africa.

Lambs are really not as big as you think… a small chest freezer can hold a 29 lb lamb horizontally easily.


Nice article Roger…

Never been on safari, but I do make sausage and jerky from all the wild game I take. Many folks who have no idea it is wild game, comment on how good it is and how tender it is.

My bucket list includes a hunt trip to Alaska some day…



There really isn’t anything like homemade sausage ( because you know what is in it!)… I have bought my casings from Spencers Market. The Arroyo Grande Meat Market is the only place locally I am aware of where you can buy sausage made from wild game. My daughter Karla loves to shop with me there and pick out an assortment including an Elk Opie. Very yummy

Yes, Alaska is definitely bucket list material.


Yes, there is nothing like home made…

Surprising how many people out there think nothing of buying a safeway steak but are outraged about someone who actually makes the time to harvest and cure wild game. All that food in the market comesfrom somewhere, it does not mysteriously grow overnight inside a package on the shelf.