The Information Highway for the Outdoors

Fear of the Unknown and awesome Venison to boot


In life we are inherently creatures of habit.  Be it our morning routine, or our ritualistic behaviors around preparing your food.

Some perspective here might help.  If you are a coffee person which type are you. Are you the brush my teeth after coffee, because I want the full flavor of my Joe, and the feeling of a fresh mouth while I’m heading out the door? The yang here is the I’ve gotta clean this mouth the instant I roll outta bed.  No wrong answer here, just the assumption that you probably do it the same way every day. For me it’s the former, I can’t have any stragglers of fluoride on my palette as the first sips of a dark roast enrich my tonsils.

This goes with us everywhere. From how you put on a seat belt, to how you navigate your favorite stores. What gets me is the food part.  Our modern day supermarkets tame our bellies with an incredible smorgasbord of goodies, that seem to never go out of season.  So much so that unless your, like my wife, and follow a strict menu, you find yourself buying the same damn thing week after week.  I bet if you put a gps on, not only would you cover nearly the same path every week. You would see areas where you just didn’t ever seem to go.  This is all slightly off topic for today, but I will do my best to tangle it all in the our fear of the unknown.

Growing up Society based in Friendswood Tx for the majority of my life.  I was a border child.  That is a child that lived in a subdivision to a town, where every other house looked the same, they all had the same brick and at one time roof, and shingles.  Yet out my back fence was 15,000 acres of raw untamed oil field forest.  So when we weren’t playing football in the streets. I was out in the bush building shelters, and fortifying my forts or tree houses.  Lucky for me this gave me a natural feeling of security in the vast labyrinth of crazy things the wild had to offer.  When my school years arrived. My backpack would lie on the curb until dark, while my ass was off making bows and arrows, chasing rabbits down like I was actually going to get them.

Over the years society has this weighing effect on you though.  School, social status, church, and a million other factors prove to overbear, if not, tame the wild inside.  You spend your days learning how to communicate, design, and input large amounts of information… information that isn’t necessarily what you need to survive.  Sure if you live in the Heart of the concrete jungle you definitely need some, if not most of these skills to survive. Yet, for a person that wants to live at one with nature many are irrelevant.  Oddly our societies don’t give our children the chance to make this choice, it is made for them at the ripe old age 5 or 6. Don’t get me wrong here I’m not knocking education.  In fact, I couldn’t converse this topic with out it. Yet, I bet if you asked any school age child which they’d rather do. You would see an overwhelming amount wanting to swing sticks, make weapons, and observe the wild up close and personal.  Arguably, they would, through trial and error acquire many of the same skills they would have learned in the brick and mortar school houses lining the countryside these days.

Ok, so I’ve got to somehow convince myself to get on topic today.  How does all this play into the fear of the unknown? Well, heck at this point I don’t think I have a valid answer, yet I’m gonna give it a shot anyway. See our societies, tame our wild side, they domesticate the adventures.  They give you stories to read and hear, yet take the time away from the stories you should be making.  See from 6:00am til 4:15pm my children are locked away into the clutches of society. Then they get home and it’s off to the extra curricular’s, chores, and bed.  The same routine all day every day.  I’ve slowly over the years seen them go from diving in head first, to tame and timid about anything outside social lines.  It’s actually burdened my wife, and I so much that we plan on home schooling these up coming years.  Yet, the point here is that at first, they were a clean plate ready and willing to go.  The adventure was bred right into their little veins. Then we (as parents)( because of socialistic pressures) send them for 12 years to a sad, and ugly death of individualism, and natural harmony.  Not gonna argue this point, but for me I believe it to be true.

This schedule for many of us, continues on till we die. We don’t stop to smell the roses, heck most of us don’t even collect 200 when we pass go.  We do the same thing day in and day out, eat the same thing week in and week out.  We have this unknown fear of being ourselves, we ask ourselves,”What is Bob gonna think?” “How will society persecute me for being outside their guidelines?” “Will I lose my job if  I speak my mind?” You get the picture.

So, I’m going to live outside my comfort area today. If your still with me, you have just reached the point of the story, This post is not organized, it’s a cobbled mess of thoughts that randomly fit together.  Heck, I’m not even gonna change anything when I re read it in a few short minutes.  I’m gonna leave it who I am for once. With all the grammatical errors and unorganized thoughts.  Sure, I tried to tie some together, but frankly I would have probably deleted it all as I found my focus. Then, started fresh with the same ideas in a more presenting fashion. It’s rough, inquisitive, direct and a hard sell, and well it’s just me.  Take the time in you life today, tomorrow or the next day and just be yourself, not what society expects of you.  You might find it to be harder than you think.  You too might just have a fear of self (the un-known).

Ok, so my original thought was to tie all this into how we invest so much time in acquiring our wild pantry items. That we are afraid to experiment with them.  As we fought, sometimes dang near die to get them.  We sure as hell don’t want to mess em up when we cook them.  Believe you me,I have eaten some “rutt-in” buck that made the paint peel off the walls it was so rank.  Yet, somehow… that chasing it for two days, then packing it out 3 miles just solidifies the fact that every ounce of that critter will be processed by my intestinal tract.  I chuckle as I know, the few of you that are left reading this mess, are finally able to agree.  Well, I have found a way to cook back strap that will blow your mind, it might be a tad outside your comfort zone, but you’ll have to get past the fear of the un known.

Venison Back strap steak: works on any ungulate.

Two Back straps

real butter

A combination of paprika, black pepper, salt, garlic, onion, coriander, dill, and red pepper flakes. (Montreal Steak Seasoning)

Seasoned Cast iron pan

Which ever side dish you want.

set oven with cast iron pan in it to broil at 500 degrees F

Rule #1 cook your sides first! We normally cook our sides as we prepare the meat.

Rule #2 deep freeze meat for quite sometime. I wait 3 months. but I’ve been told 6 weeks should be enough to kill anything harmful (not all meat by the way I only wait that long when we prepare it this way)

Ok, with defrosted meat prepare by removing silver skin and fat.

Cross cut the loins into 1.5-2 inch round disks

Apply a coat of seasoning to both sides. Don’t be stingy here, most will fall off when you move it anyway.

Once oven and pan are preheated remove pan and place on hot plate. It will melt, burn, blister anything it touches, I promise.   Add as much butter as you want. I usually use half a stick.  let it melt for a few seconds, it won’t take long my friend.

Lightly sprinkle pan with steak seasoning, and add fillets of meat. Put back in oven set timer for 1.5 minutes.

Remove, flip meat over, another light coat of seasoning and back in for 1 min to 1.5 min depending of thickness of cut.

While cooking make plates and have ready to go.

Remove and serve.

The meat should be very rare.  with about 1/2 inch cooked well all the way around it.  It will cool fast, but I promise you, it will change the way you use your meat.


Good luck



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