wild game tagged posts

By Kristen A. Schmitt

Originally published on Weston and reposted here with permission from the author.

My journey to bowhunting wasn’t a direct one. In fact, it was a path I never could have predicted that I would take. But my passion for nutrition and quality food fueled my desire to try to fill my freezer myself with organic free range meat courtesy of my local forest.

This means that I didn’t grow up learning the skill as a child – it was something that I decided to learn in my 30s with the support of my family and my continued quest for good quality food. While many in society eat meat daily and at nearly every meal, few question the origins of the piece of protein on their plate...

The last few weeks have made for a chilly winter. Our cold snap hit while we were on a family holiday in Jasper, so we didn’t end up feeling the brunt of it, but we had numbers dipping below -40C with the windchill. While away at the mountains we enjoyed some slightly warmer weather and of course, skiing, shopping, elk meandering along the road and some relaxation.

Today ended up being quite warm, hopefully most of our extreme cold days are over until next winter. I always feel like I’m coming out of hibernation on these warms days, the snow gets a little softer and slushier and it makes me long for something to eat that’s a little on the lighter side.

The other day I marinated a moose tenderloin and used it to make my Goat Cheese Stuffed Moose Tenderloin…seriously they were little ...

By Jill Alban

Living in Montana is a feast for the eyes, the mind – and the stomach. Before I moved West ten years ago, I was a vegetarian/sometimes vegan – I didn’t eat meat, fish, or cheese. I was concerned with how industrial agriculture exploited animals and polluted water sources. I wanted to take a stand – to make a small difference against a big, complex, overwhelming global system.

That first winter in Missoula, people laughed when I told them I was a vegetarian. At parties, my friends offered up cured meats, spicy sausages, and elk steaks. Unhesitatingly, I said no. “You’ll change your mind,” they’d say, those well-meaning men with thick beards and impressive outdoor resumes. “Vegetarians don’t last long in Montana.”

And – for better, I think – those fella...