If I have posted these pictures before, I apologize. I have CRS. One cold day late last winter I grabbed my litttle Winchester '92 in calibre 25-20, threw some stuff in my Frost River pack and hiked to a rock house just below the crest of Middle Knob for lunch in the hardwoods.
Fire was made with flint and steel.
Fresh bannock was baked and water for tea boiled.
As the bread baked I sprinkled some spices on to a ribeye and fried it in olive oil. Just as it came off the fire I drizzled some aged balsamic vinegar over it. Cooked to medium rare, it was perfect.
At home I had chopped up some fresh garlic and parsley, mixed into some pure Irish butter. This was placed on the steak an allowed to melt.
Not a bad lunch in the Kentucky hills.
Tom Black
Fire was made with flint and steel.
Fresh bannock was baked and water for tea boiled.
As the bread baked I sprinkled some spices on to a ribeye and fried it in olive oil. Just as it came off the fire I drizzled some aged balsamic vinegar over it. Cooked to medium rare, it was perfect.
At home I had chopped up some fresh garlic and parsley, mixed into some pure Irish butter. This was placed on the steak an allowed to melt.
Not a bad lunch in the Kentucky hills.
Tom Black
