FREYA POV
“Mom it’s okay, it’s just meat.” I said, probably sounding like an annoyed teenager as I watched my mom gag while watching me slice the back straps off of a nice deer one of the guys bright in this morning.
“Freya, I buy my meat at a*****e. Someone else always does this part!” She responded, fighting back the gagging.
Super glad she missed out on processing the moose Colt got the other day. As I rolled my eyes at her, I thought back to my first time processing an animal from a hunt. It feels like ages ago, but I guess it was only a bit over a year ago now.
It really does feel so different up here than the city. I’ll be happy if we never have to go back. We will be going back for a short time when Damon and his mate marry but if that’s the only time I ever have to go back I’ll
