When Ken got his bear, we took it to a butcher and had it all processed into breakfast sausage. It was fun to cook it up for lasagne and serve it to a group of people who would rave about it...and then find out it was bear meat.

Some people were OK with that and others couldn't eat another bite. I forgot we ate antelope too. Ken isn't able to hunt anymore so we have to buy good ole fashioned "meat on a styrofoam plate wrapped in plastic with a price tag, an expiration date and an USDA inspection sticker on it!!"