Hunting Season,  Our Family

The Day I Faced My Dread

Never underestimate the power a picture of a family simply living life together can have on another.

Because that’s where it all started for me.

You know, most all of us influence somebody by the things that we do, and the way we live, and the things we say. We influence somebody. Somebody is watching your life. — W.M. Branham

 

These pictures of another family made me think.  Go ahead & click, I’ll still be here.

“You don’t have to be a person of influence to be influential. In fact, the most influential people in my life are probably not even aware of the things they’ve taught me.” ― Scott Adams

Because of these pictures, my cardinal rule of NEVER be involved and make myself SCARCE when there’s an animal to be butchered went by the wayside yesterday.

Yesterday, for the first time in (cough, cough) years, I donned my apron, placed a knife in my hand and began cutting.

knife and apron

This abhorrence of butchering all began many moons ago when Russell & I were first married.

It all started when I had to cut up a young deer all by myself – all 40 pounds of it!   Can you imagine? Such a LARGE animal for me to have to do.  Sigh.  Life can be hard sometimes.

After that my dislike grew when we had elk to butcher and my two oldest were just little tykes. Neither Russell or I knew what we were doing much and it would take us countless hours to finish one.

So I decided it was time (TIME!, I tell you) to hang up the apron.

And there my little apron hung for years, even when Russell picked up the knife and joined the boys as they butchered their deer and elk.

But yesterday everything changed.

Some friends of ours from church introduced us a year ago to Butcher Bob.

Butcher Bob is the kind of neighbor everyone would like to have.  Helpful and kind is what he is. He has a setup next to his house for butchering animals. He even has a walk in refrigerator where we were able to hang our elk for a week before we cut them up.

We had 2 to cup up.  Yeah, I really picked a great year to get back in the business.

shocked look cartoon

But you know what I found out by the end of the day? Yes, I was tired, but I found out that butchering an elk isn’t as bad as I thought it was because my kids are big enough to help now and we were working together.

Wesley, 2nd in Command

Justus, Chief Hamburger Man

butchering elk

 

So why did these pictures affect me so?

Because they were doing it as a family and I am all about doing things together as a family. It’s been a part of our family’s values since before the children were born but my vision had become blurry when it came to butchering.

Teamwork is the ability to work as a group toward a common vision, even if that vision becomes extremely blurry.  ~Author Unknown

 

Serenity, Head of Packaging

 

Audrey,Our little “willing to help anywhere” girl.

I appreciate seeing the Strites work together not just in butchering their elk but in everything else they do.  I love it and am inspired by it.

 

So I made sure we ate together. 🙂  I do like me some food.

 

Two elk cleaned, wrapped and cut in a little over 7 hours all due to teamwork.

elk roast

Coming together is a beginning; keeping together is progress; working together is success. Henry Ford

 Teamwork divides the task and multiplies the success.  ~Author Unknown

 

 Thank you to each one who has been an inspiration to me.  All of you have been in one way or another.

In everyone’s life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit.–Albert Schweitzer

 

4 Comments

  • Martha Peterson

    I think I would have liked Butcher Bob. Seven hours for 2 elk? TOTALLY…er…the Bible says not to envy your neighbor, so how about Totally happy and excited for your fast and happy experience butchering your elk! :p

  • Lucille

    Love it, Elisabeth. I love the team effort of cutting up deer…I think Brian dreads it more than me, but he sure does the BEST job ever of it…I am spoiled. Whenever I get some from my parents (they take to a butcher) I have to finish cutting off gristle, etc, instead of having it all ready to go like my guys do it.

    I think if I ever had to do a deer or elk by myself, I would forever dread it again too. My most dreaded job is raking all the leaves. The yard seems endless and it is so tiring, however, doing it with the family just makes it very bearable and even fun at times.

    Love those family times and you all are top example of that, I think.

  • Lily

    Congratulations for facing your dread! You are hilarious. I must admit that I have never volunteered to “learn” how do do the butchering part of processing. I had morning sickness the first fall after we were married so our “new” way of processing kept Joel as the head butcher, with me weighing and packaging meat. (I was afraid if I ever learned how, I’d automatically be promoted and that was one promotion I wasn’t looking forward to.) BUT, we do all work together as a family when we process and have a wonderful time of it.

  • Joane

    Elisabeth, you are SO dramatic!!! A bosom bud indeed 😀 I am also very proud of you for donnin’ that apron and pickin up that knife and gettin it done… and with a gorgeous smile, too.

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