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and endless pots of stuff my friend Jerry just labels as "Meat?".
Once we were visiting this same subject around the campfire at a Rendezvous. A young feller about 14 was wide eyed as folks traded their favorite recipes for beaver, finally he could hold out no longer. He blurted out, "Someday I am gonna eat a beaver!" I patted him fondly on the shoulder and said softly, "You will, son, someday you will."