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Dad ,this may sound odd me being the head harvester in this group,instilled in me a healthy respect for nature not so much in what he said it was more his actions and love of the out doors. Waste not want not ,respect the life you take to inhance your own.This said, dad was a bit of law breaker the whole raising wild animals with out a permit is a big no no.Lucky for us he was willing
to take a chance with ping and pong the ducklings ,and the racoon what was its name scatorbox and where did it go pooo?maybe the only harvester. am I in the right blog?
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I harvest almost every where I go man... wha'd ya talking about. I'm an international harvester man. I've caught and eaten fish on two continents, and eaten fruits and berries that I did not even know what they were in many states and in several countries. And one of my best /most memorable meals ever was when I sat beside an Elder who took his knife and cut a sliver of frozen caribou off a hind quarter lying on the table between and offered it to me - as it melted in my mouth and I felt the blood and muscle nourish me and the smile pass between us - I felt connected to the earth and great tradition. And I know that animal was killed with great respect and not a speck would be wasted. I'm right there with you harvester brother...
Heeey now...I've had my fair share of tomato & herb gardens :D
It's kinda hard having a harvest garden in a California apartment...but I try. lol
CHATTERBOX! I don't know where the poo went. he went outside mostly. he bit everybody but dad let me keep him till I went back to Alaska and then he went to live with some "friends". hmmm I wish I had asked dad what really became of Chatterbox.
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