I love our annual November gathering at the cabin; it signals the start of gun deer season! We eat food, we play games, we snuggle by the fire stove, and then we wake up early and hunt our little hearts out.

Of course, everyone hides in the woods, hoping to get a buck for their bang, but not me. I mean, we had big plans at first… Dad even left his weapons behind and only brought my gun so that I could experience the thrill of the hunt and harvest my first deer. However, when we purposely let some smaller bucks escape our crosshairs to run free another year, despite being the only activity we saw, I decided to branch out and explore a new recipe….

… Squirrel Soup!

Call me nuts, but hunting a bushy tail that darts through the woods without skipping a beat is quite a thrilling feat!