A Dinner Postponed

What would you do if you had planned an elaborate dinner and the guest of honor failed to show up? It happened just the other day.  I got up early, real early, o.k. ridiculously early, say before 3 a.m., just to make a special trip to pick up said guest of honor.   I drove a couple of hours in the dark, first on pavement, then on several miles of bumpy, pothole infested "road".  Then, it was boot sole time. Down one hill and up another, to our appointed meeting place.  Did I mention that it was steep? Along the way, I slipped, fell, and bruised my…."ego". Square edged rocks leave peculiar, persistent marks on ones butt.  My "ego" is still sore.

I had even offered to make it easy.   I offered to carry said guest all the way back to the vehicle. On my back. But he failed to show.  Bastard.

Maybe he didn't like wild turkey picatta.  Or a nice white sauce that included morels and fresh chives.  Perhaps it was the wild rice?  Surely it couldn't have been the grilled asparagus.

Maybe he didn't care to have dinner at our house at all.  In many cultures it's customary to bring a "little something" to go along with dinner.  A little contribution of some sort.  Perhaps our guest was uncomfortable with that arrangement.  Maybe I expected too much of him.


Wild turkey gobbler, shotgun shell


But, I'm a patient fellow.  Persistent too.  The offer still stands.  


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  1. Oh, this is great! Our next-door neighbor is a chef and also an outdoorsman. Guess who I'm going to share this post with?????!

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    1. I hope his dinner ingredients are more cooperative!

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  2. Lester
    It could be "Tom" was too busy fooling around with the ladies--------I'm feeding some of his females in our back yard every morning. Funny they seem to know where the safe zones are. Even the deer eat the corn off the cobs along with the turkey. I will be doing a post on both soon keep an eye out. Good luck on the hunt--thanks for sharing

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    1. Bill, he just might have been fooling around. Regardless, he wasn't talking. Looking forward to the post on those corn eating birds. Thanks.....

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    2. Les: Fine writing and story....and nice outing on upper Madison on other post. I have only been to that section of the river once. Beautiful spot.
      bob

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    3. Bob, I had fun with this one. Glad you liked it too. It's been several years since I've shot a bird. I was dodging grizzly poop while making my way to the one in the photo above.

      The upper Madison is pretty. Looks like we've both fished it the same number of times. Come to think of it, you probably fish the Missouri more often than I do. And, you have a longer drive to boot.

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  3. Patience Grasshopper..patience..

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    1. Yes Mike, patience is one of the key ingredients. So are the morels on the countertop that have dried from loneliness.

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