leave this lush lazy and lonely lonely lonely
Hey all. Sorry for the complete lack of posting this weekend--i have excellent excuses. They involve duct tape, shop vacs, Possum Vans, internet failure, and squicking out my flist from several thousand miles away.
That's right, processing Caribou meat.
Looks like something the MotW threw up, y/y?
Enter: Shopvac
When you skin an animal (and i don't, that is the one thing i refuse to be in the room for) you'll always leave behind stray fur on the meat, which you need to remove before processing. My dad calls this, "Plucking feathers," because he's a dork. This year the shopvac proved its worth. (This is my little brother, by the way. Not to say i didn't do my fair share of feather plucking, but for the most part i was on wrap-crew, putting burger/stew meat into ziplocks or wrapping steaks and t-bones in butcher paper.)
Yaaaaay. Bandsaws.
And fucking LJ just ate more of this post. God DAMN IT.
Fuck this day.