Life was simple then. Each morning, I woke before sunrise to tend my ranch which was abounded with fine cattle, buffalo and turkey. Long days were spent on horseback in wide open spaces, on rugged mountain ranges and through clear springs. Nothing was more beautiful than my land. That was my livelihood. In fact, that was my life.
Those were the good ol’ days. We lived off the land with only what we needed. That livestock provided for my family. We knew exactly what we ate—ranch-raised and fresh meat. But without a way to refrigerate, the meat went bad. So I started using a Native American technique that kept meat from spoiling. From then on, my wife started sending beef, buffalo and turkey jerky with me out onto ranch. That became one of my favorite moments of the day.
I miss the simple splendors of my life on the ranch. The clean, crisp air. The quiet, calm sound. The simple, smoked flavor of naturally made beef jerky. The simplicity were what made life great then. It’s time to get back to basics. It’s time to live—and eat—the way nature intended.