by Slim Randles

Many of our Native American tribes call this month the “hunger moon,” and for good reason. The early fall hunting is generally over, the late season hunts in the snow aren’t happening yet, and the fishing? Well … let’s just say the salmon are all spawned out and dead, the trout? (Well, who can really figure out a trout’s thought processes) and the burbot is delicious and isn’t too hard to catch, but they are one of Nature’s ugliest creatures, giving even the mole rat a run for his money.

But most of us go to the store in November and buy grub the way we do the rest of the year. The hunger moon shouldn’t affect us, really.

But it does.

Our daylight has pinched off to about zilch, It’s cold enough in the living room to hang meat, and the kids are bringing home report card

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