Today, I had the best dinner in the world. It was fantastic: free-range, grass-fed, organic, locally produced, locally harvested, sustainable, native, low-stress, low-impact, humanely slaughtered meat. Best of all, it was delicious.
I had medallions from the finest part of the animal, the backstrap. It was snowing outside on April 1, the skiing was unbelievable with a couple of feet of fresh show the last week of March. The meat was passed our way by a friend of my hosts, and we had a fine glass of wine to go with this Montana mule deer.
It's enough to turn some ideas upside down, what's best and why. Hunting is suffering a bit of an image crisis, and it's now viewed by many as a barbaric practice. But locavore, get your gun. If it's ethics in food that you want, hunting can take you there.
I predict that in 10 years or less, hunting is cool again among the urban elite, after the meat gets rebranded. Maybe I'm nuts, or maybe it's the fact that I grew up with hunting. Either way, let's reconvene in a decade and see if hunting is the exciting "new" passion of locavores.
Now let me go sharpen my edges for tomorrow, it's snowing again tonight.