To The Bone

To The Bone

Dying Time

Reflections on hunting, killing, butchering and an ocean of blood

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Hank Shaw
Dec 17, 2024
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Blood on the fur of a deer.

As I sit here writing this, the nicks and cuts on my hands are finally healing. It is only the third day since the beginning of December that I have not been awash in blood and guts and gore and death. Winter is dying time.

I am home from three straight culinary hunts, and the back-to-back-to-back sessions of hunting and killing, skinning and gutting, b…

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