“After not eating for four days, any meat is going to taste like filet mignon, or so you’d think. But, somehow, mouse still just tastes like crap.” He looked at the charred carcass impaled on the roasting stick, searching for a more palatable bite. “But,” he concluded, tearing the next bite off, “beggars can’t be choosers.” He hoped it was the last mouse he’d ever have to eat.
Derrick realizes when you’re out in the wild and hungry, thousands of miles from civilization, food is a commodity you don’t take for granted.
