When it comes to the outdoors, James is ridiculously capable. A couple of years ago he took me fishing up in Squamish. Well, he went fishing. I floundered around in a freezing river, waving a long graphite stick at the fish who mocked me with their toothy grins. That followed the time we went snorkeling for crabs.
Here’s James’s latest demonstration of woodsy prowess (caution: graphic photos of the inside of a small deer ahead). Boris, Travis and James, among others, discovered a fawn that had frozen to death in Boris’s parents’ backyard on Bowen Island:
In truth, I felt pretty unsure. Ã¢â‚¬ËœDoing somethingÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ meant butchering the fawn. I was all for wild game but I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t know that everyone at the open house would be as open. And I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t have any hunting knives. I had excuses: I had never butchered a deer that wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t a fresh kill, I had never butchered a deer, never mind a fawn, in BC, within sight of downtown Vancouver and the birthplace of Greenpeace and all those moral vegetarians.
But, in the end, he went to town and they had a deer feast. I might have even temporarily suspended my no-red-meat habits for a taste of Bowen Island deer.