Cooking in the West

The early rifle season elk hunters headed into the back country this week, and there is a chill of fall in the air. I heard a bull elk bugle last night, and my heart longs for hunting camp, but my "town job" and my aching joints remind me that I probably better leave the wilderness camp cooking to the next generation. Nevertheless, I find myself thinking back over thousands of great memories of almost twenty years of camp cooking for Brett and Julie Todd at the K Lazy Three. Sure, there were ten below nights, getting up at 2:30 a.m. in hunting season, hauling buckets of water up steep creek ba...