In April it was the Roar, the mating season of the Red Deer, and I was
in the bush for 10 days. On the first day I fluked up on a deer who
fell to 308 round through the shoulder as it started to rain.

I gutted it out, and hung the carcass in a tree for a few days, before
returning and feild butchering it and carrying every ounce of meat the
many kilometers back to my base camp, again in the rain, and up and
down several hills/ridges.

Several days after that, after more rain and returning once again to
base camp, I sliced up some of the backsteaks, and panfried them in
olive oil, salt, and garlic over my little gas cooker and served it to
myself with with a bottle of apple cider I had made from a neigbours
tree the previous year and a packet of two-minute-noodles, as I sat
under my shelter and surveyed the valley before me, before returing to
my sleeping bag for the night.

Magnificient!