Meaty Goodness

I ate a bison last night, and I'm going to eat an elk tomorrow night.

Not some trick words leading you to false conclusions based on ingestion of chewy sweets shaped like ruminants:

I ate a bison.

I will eat an elk.

The bison was a tasty reminder that I stopped eating meat for reasons other than deliciousness (or a lack thereof), and was a nice solid repast after our two-hour epic forest run.

Back to herbivorousness after the elk, right up until I find pieces of moose or bear being charred for my epicurean pleasure.

Coincidentally, from where I'm sitting I can see a book entitled "Victory Meat."