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[rusty craine]

when I was 10, I spent the summer with Uncle George and Anut Naomi. Uncle George was a 1st generation German living in Illinois farming (rainsed pigs that must be where my love of hunting pigs comes from :). Uncle George and I were building a gate while Anut Naomi went in to Pinkenville for some errands. she told use there was some corned beef hash for sandwiches.

when lunch time came Uncle George open the ice box (yes really an ice box). got an open can that had both ends opend. ya just pushed on the bottom and the hash came out. cut off a couple of slices and fire them up. thick slice of onion and some German mustard. pretty good eating.

when my Aunt got back she came out to the gate building party carring a can. George why didn't you guys eat the hash? Uncle George told her there was an open can in the ice box. Aunt Naomi started laughing. George that was the dog food. it was pretty good

rusty

[Larry Hatfield]

one year when i was packing elk and hunters, i hired a couple of guys to help since i had to take about 25 head of horses due to a lot of clients.
i said that i would start cooking and that if anyone didn't like something they could take over. sort of complain and you cook policy.
neither one of them would give in even though at times when i was mad and tired none of us could hardly stand to eat.
finally one morning while they were out getting everything to water i cooked and ate my breakfast and when they came in i cooked their eggs and bacon on the bottom of the griddle and left tfor the day to ride all the camps.
that night nothing was said but they cooked everything from then on.
the black eggs i cooked for them laid where they tossed them until we cleaned up the camp at the end of the season.

[DRT]

Myself,My brother and an older guy from work went on a hunting trip in northern Canada. We all agreed to take our turn at cooking. The old guy with us said he'd cook breakfast. He pulled out a pack of bacon and asked me how much butter he needed to put in the pan to cook it ? I told him probably 1/2 stick would be fine. He say's crap that usually gets me out of cooking back home at camp.

[Larry Hatfield]

there used to be a joke about that kind of situation and one night there was some lumps with chocolate syrup for dessert. one guy sort of probes the lumps and says, " damn, thats deer manure!-------- but it sure is good!"

[Bowcephalus]

The old cuttin' the can at both ends brings back memories of my dog feeding chore as a child. I ate a lot of that corned beef hash from a can as well. Thanks Rusty.

[falconpro]

I have a fond memory of me and a fine friend, who has now passed on to the great hunting grounds. As young teens, We took a trip out into the woods for a camp out, packing nothing to eat, just a pint of libation of some sort, and our bows. We were sure to bag a rabbit or something to feast on by night fall. By the end of a day of hard hunting, nothing, not even a sighting of any game. Just at dusk, we caught movement in the bushes. A big old armadillo comes blindly snuffling out. We wacked him, he was a stinking little fella. We had no water to rinse or clean him up with. In fact we used one of our boot laces to string his fatty meaty parts over the fire. No salt, no knowledge of wild spices or edibles we could have used to season him with. We were starving and didn't let it cook long enough, It was pretty nasty chow! The fat grease just bubbled out of his hams, and smoked the fire up like a garbage dump. It was like eating rancid blubber. I think, although I have never eaten rancid blubber, but this was pretty bad. I hope I never have to eat one of those critters again!
Hope you didn't mind me sharing one of our stories there old Bill!

[DanaC]

My buddy's uncle used to string high tension wire, ran the crew. A couple of the boys used to steal sandwiches from his lunch pail. One day he had Aunt Betty make up a couple cat food sandwiches. After he finished his apple and cookies he turned to the guys and said, "You boys ought to climb them poles like a couple of cats today" and told 'em what was in the sandwiches.

They stayed out of his lunch pail after that.