Tabs Open #34: In Those Days There Was No World Beyond The Mountains
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Over the weekend I had the pleasure of making a pair of new friends, a couple from Montana by way of the east coast. One of them brought an offering to our little potluck gathering: elk meat, from one he’d killed himself. It was his first hunt and his first kill, he said, and he and I spent a few minutes trying to unpack how it is that we could be in awe of elk in the wild and even revere them and still feel no compunction about eating their flesh.
Tabs Open #34: In Those Days There Was No World Beyond The Mountains
Tabs Open #34: In Those Days There Was No…
Tabs Open #34: In Those Days There Was No World Beyond The Mountains
Over the weekend I had the pleasure of making a pair of new friends, a couple from Montana by way of the east coast. One of them brought an offering to our little potluck gathering: elk meat, from one he’d killed himself. It was his first hunt and his first kill, he said, and he and I spent a few minutes trying to unpack how it is that we could be in awe of elk in the wild and even revere them and still feel no compunction about eating their flesh.