Eating ain't a luxury. It's a need. Eating good can be a luxury, but that don't mean you hold it over people's heads like it's something they don't deserve unless they're good.
[They'd starved enough over the last couple years for the perspective of the group to change about how food was viewed. Everyone shared what they had among them. Even the rare treats of candy still in decent shape got shared after some joking around. No hard feelings. No one feeling like they're owed more than any other. It was a good view. One Daryl was comfortable with.
He pulled a rope out of the bag on his shoulder. A blanket, too. Laid the blanket out on the ground so he could grab the deer by the hooves and put it over it. The thing needed skinning but it looked like she'd done most of the basic field dressing already. Once the deer was on the blanket, Daryl pulled a second blanket out. Put it to the side. He dug his knife into the flank, where the thickest meat was, and cut a chunk of it out. Decent size. Could be dried up and last a few days if jerked properly. Or make a really nice meal for one night.
That chunk he put to the side, on the second blanket. Then he folded the first one over the deer and bound it up around the hooves hog-tied style. The field dressing she'd done meant it wasn't dripping with blood. Which was good. The smell wouldn't draw predators and he was glad for that.
The other meat he folded up in the blanket, tied a thinner electrical wire around. Then he slung the bigger package up over his shoulder and walked back inside. Left the smaller package for her. Shut the gate and locked it.]
Be interested if you know how to make a crossbow. If you can get the string for it. Got a friend in here wants to try and make me one. Be helpful if you could give her some pointers.
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[They'd starved enough over the last couple years for the perspective of the group to change about how food was viewed. Everyone shared what they had among them. Even the rare treats of candy still in decent shape got shared after some joking around. No hard feelings. No one feeling like they're owed more than any other. It was a good view. One Daryl was comfortable with.
He pulled a rope out of the bag on his shoulder. A blanket, too. Laid the blanket out on the ground so he could grab the deer by the hooves and put it over it. The thing needed skinning but it looked like she'd done most of the basic field dressing already. Once the deer was on the blanket, Daryl pulled a second blanket out. Put it to the side. He dug his knife into the flank, where the thickest meat was, and cut a chunk of it out. Decent size. Could be dried up and last a few days if jerked properly. Or make a really nice meal for one night.
That chunk he put to the side, on the second blanket. Then he folded the first one over the deer and bound it up around the hooves hog-tied style. The field dressing she'd done meant it wasn't dripping with blood. Which was good. The smell wouldn't draw predators and he was glad for that.
The other meat he folded up in the blanket, tied a thinner electrical wire around. Then he slung the bigger package up over his shoulder and walked back inside. Left the smaller package for her. Shut the gate and locked it.]
Be interested if you know how to make a crossbow. If you can get the string for it. Got a friend in here wants to try and make me one. Be helpful if you could give her some pointers.
...left something for you, too.