[pct-l] Buzzworm BBQ

[jason moores]

Gerry,

Have no fear! All good Hikertrash know that natural herbs
 have magic regenerative powers, make you hike faster and lightens your 
load. A free exchange of idea and herb is welcomed by many on the trail.

Jackass

Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2011 08:48:49 -0800
Subject: Re: [pct-l] Buzzworm BBQ
From: gerry0625 at gmail.com
To: jmmoores at hotmail.com
CC: pct-l at backcountry.net

Good to hear natrul herbs are not frowned upon.  I wa hoping I wouldn't be the only one.  

For what ever reason some people feel the need to kill animals when alot of time simply removing such animal from the area will get the job done with out upsetting anyone.  Would have been a shame if a hiker would have been bit, stupid on there part but sounds like they might of had everyones saftey in mind and not the snakes.


Gerry
On Jan 5, 2011 12:12 AM, "jason moores" <jmmoores at hotmail.com> wrote:
> 
> Last year Molasses and I zeroed at Tom's place in Kennedy Meadows , pitching our tyvek in the yard near one of the trailers(our favorite layover of the summer due to Tom's boundless generosity). Staying in said trailer were two of the trails finest examples of Hikertrash. We had met these gentlemen two hundred miles back and had been leapfrogging for a few weeks. I say this so that ya know that when I say that these fellas were good folk, that it comes from personal knowledge. They were not the evil, murderous scoundrels that they were soon to be seen as.

> 
> So...anyways, one fine afternoon, returning from the bohemian gorging of vittles and dark ale at the K.M. Gen. Store, our intrepid hikers headed for their trailer to rest up for the evenings festivities. Passing near our empty campsite on their return, they stirred up a small rattler.  After a short debate they decided that it would be dangerous to leave the serpent unmolested in the vicinity of the thirty or so hikers floppin' in Tom's yard. Most of whose judgement/reflexes were impaired by grog and a pungent smelling herb being smoked out of odd shaped glass pipes in small groups throughout the yard. With a barbaric yalp hiker 1 smote the dragon. Hiker 2 patted his partner on the back and congratulated him on his conquest. Brimming with pride hiker 2 held up the limp body of the buzzworm, yalped in victory and proceeded to boast of the kill to all who drew near.

> 
> Word of the snake's demise ran through the meadow like wildfire. Before long, shouts of protest could be heard throughout the yard. Many hikers were appalled by the actions of hikers 1 &2 - This was a desecration of mother earth. What had the snake done to them? Why did they not remove this fragile creature to a safe place for its protection? I heard murmurs of lynching the culprits, or at the least, a revocation of their Hikertrash credentials. Wow, this was a tough crowd.

> 
> A voice from the mob called out, "Ya gotta eat it, dude!" Many bearded heads wagged in agreement. This surely was the only way to appease the gods. 
> 
> In their humble fashion, 1&2 agreed to consume their kill. The rest of the afternoon was spent skinnin', guttin and choppin. By nightfall the worm was ready ta be cooked.

> 
> It was a fine gathering of Trash around Tom's fire that night. Wine flowed like a river and again I smelt a pleasant pungent odor. Two troubadours of the trail entertained the crowd with strummin and verse. At the appointed hour 1&2 approached the fire with heads bowed. All present were attentive of the ritual before them. A greased cast-iron skillet was produced and the cookin' commenced. 

> 
> Being a chef I sat rapt in fascination as the small ivory knuckles of meat sizzled in the pan. It didn't take long for the snake meat to be cooked through. I called out to my friends, "don't over cook it, man."

> 
> Tom leaned forward and said, "let'r cook, ya need ta do rattler well done." The fryin continued....and continued...and continued. Finally the skillet was removed from the fire. The once beautiful flesh had been reduced to gnarled, smokin bits of charcoal. 1&2 produced their blades and commenced eating straight from the pan. Tom smiled wryly, leaned in closer, "how is it?"

> 
> "Crunchy...belch"
> 
> Epilogue: Moments after eating the blackened snake meat, hiker 1 returned to the trailer, became violently sick and spent the next several days nauseous and with intestinal distress. 

> The Moral of this tale: No good deed goes unpunished
> 
> Jackass
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