The excess deer and bear came to that meat locker seasonally, from empty to full in few days. For that we had gratitude. We respected the nature around us and this was us being part of a rural ecosystem.
When the meat locker was full Mama breathed easier. Once she knew we were fed, that what she needed to put dinner on the table was there, relief played in her eyes.
The meat locker was a freezer room, a claustrophobic Siberia. From hooks were slung slabs of red meat, the harvest of the cull. This is what our hunters do for our community, they fill this so we can relax about food.
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