On the Edge of Common Sense

In hunting camp an outfitter reached down and stirred the fire.

His client belched contentedly and said, “Might I inquire,

That jerky you been chewin’ up… could I just try a bit?

I fancy I’m a connoisseur with tongue and palate fit

To ferret out the kind of beast, perhaps the cut of meat

From whence you carved the bloody strap and held it to the heat.”

The packer passed a little piece to test the...