“Breakfast Steaks”

“Snapshot Saturday”

Venison round steak in a cast iron pan over an open fire.

The aroma of venison steaks sizzling in bear fat mixed with the distinctive smell of oak and pine smoke filled the station camp. A rested woodsman pulled back the flap of his canvas abode, sniffed the air and said, “This is the finest breakfast a hunter can hope for.” “Swamp Hollow,” Michigan Territory, 1815.

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