Saturday, January 08, 2005


This post on Sic Semper Tyrannis brings back a good memory: Virginia Tech top five for deer hunting opportunities.

My friend Doug Butler was an accomplished deer hunter, one of those guys who goes out with only one round for his rifle. One summer Doug and I shared an apartment with two other guys (in Foxridge for those who know Blacksburg). Our routine was for each of us to make dinner for everyone once per week. The three other nights we were on our own for food. But those four nights per week we all ate together.

Most of us had, shall we say, limited culinary skills (including an infamous incident in which the cook, uh, learned the difference between a clove and a bulb of garlic, and another which climaxed with a flaming pan of nachos flying out of our kitchen window). But Doug knew what to do with venison. One week he brought in a roast from a deer he had shot and turned it into a wonderful, mustard encrusted delight. I have never been an adventurous eater, and to that point had never had venison. But that night I became a big fan of roast Bambi.

I lost track of Doug about 12 years ago. At that time he was in Texas working what was then called Space Station Freedom.

Thanks for the memory.