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Message: <blockquote data-quote="C_Hallbert" data-source="post: 4293438" data-attributes="member: 42957">I have a short story about eating bear:In Fall 1964, I skipped school and went to the hunting club lodge with my Father and friends for Deer Season in Sullivan County, NY up in the Catskill Mountains near the Beaver Kill River. A lawyer who lived in the house behind ours was also there with his son. One of the club members had killed a bear up in Maine that year and he’d brought a ‘fancy’ French Chef (accent and all) to prepare it the first night. It was a glorious stew with thick brown gravy, potatoes, garlic, onions, celery, parsnips and carrots  I was 16 years old and my Dad and the men let me and the other underage boys drink beer. The bear was cut in large cubes that were carefully browned in a skillet before stewing and was served over flat egg noodles. It had a strong flavor, but it was pretty good. Everyone was enjoying the meal when this lawyer asked for something that caused the Chef to stand and howl in outrage and throw a fit yelling words whose meanings I didn’t know then, and still don’t know. Then he left the building and never returned. The contumelious lawyer had unabashedly exhibited the effrontery to request catsup for the meat!!!</blockquote>