I will never forget the time our family had Thanksgiving dinner at my Cousin Katie’s house up in Syracuse, New York. I must have been around twelve at the time. I recall we were driving down Borden Avenue where she lived and passed a home with what looked like a freshly shot and gutted buck with four points hanging from a neighbor’s house. Evidently the proud hunter planned on fresh venison on the Thanksgiving table. I would go on to attend college Syracuse University where I played lacrosse. I found that my teammates from Central New York were serious woodsmen who disappeared during hunting season and came back with freezers full of venison. I learned over the years that folks in Central New York loved to eat wild game.
