Best Food Writing 2013 by Holly Hughes

Author:Holly Hughes [Hughes, Holly]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9780738217178
Publisher: Da Capo Press

TASTING NOTES: HEART

By Steven Rinella

From Meat Eater

In Meat Eater—a sort of prequel to his 2007 book A Scavenger’s Guide to Haute Cuisine–outdoors writer and TV host Steven Rinella describes the roots of his rugged hunting/trapping/fishing lifestyle in his Michigan boyhood. The coming-of-age ritual following his first deer kill was not for the squeamish.

First-deer rituals come in many forms, and usually involve some kind of eating or drinking. The movie Red Dawn popularized the ritual of downing a cup of blood dredged from the deer’s chest cavity. Others say you should bite out a hunk of raw heart. A friend of mine from Montana described being forced to eat a slice of raw liver topped with a sprig of sagebrush. In Scotland it’s a ritual to smear the hunter’s cheeks with the blood of his first deer. When I hunted there and killed a red deer, the guy I was hunting with smeared his hand with blood and reached toward my face. I explained that I’d killed many deer before. “Not in Scotland,” he said, and then gave me a swipe on each side of my face.

We didn’t have any particular ritual in my family, as my dad wasn’t big on symbolic acts of bravado. But he was big on eating deer hearts, the fresher the better, and when the heart came from my own first deer the meal was treated with even more respect than usual.

I killed it with a lever-action Winchester rifle, a year before I was old enough to do it legally. (Back then, you had to be twelve to hunt deer with a bow and fourteen to hunt them with a gun.) It was late in the morning, and we were doing something called a drive. Basically, a bunch of “pushers” head into an area where deer are known to bed during the day, and a “stander” positions himself where he thinks the deer will pass through as they run out. In this case, the bedding area was a deep ravine with a brushy creek bed at the bottom. My two brothers and a buddy of ours were the pushers who had to go down there and bust the deer out. I was the stander, and it was my job to hide on a hemlock-covered ridgeline that angled down into the ravine and provided a good vantage point to see what was going on below.

I saw the deer coming from way off. I expected it to pass below me as it followed the creek, but instead it broke away from the bottom and turned right up my ridgeline. It kept coming and coming, closer and closer. It didn’t even know I was there until it was so close that we could have conversed in whispers. It then stopped behind a bent-over tree. All I could see was its head and a bit of its throat. I aimed for the throat but hit the jaw. The deer fell hard and then scrambled down the side of the ridge in a somersaulting flurry of legs.

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