You guys gonna' give old 'Hammerhog' the big head. First time I was exposed to his culinary efforts, Lew and I became bloated on his practice Ostrander Lights; seems he couldn't quite get them right; Lew and I kept devouring the rejects and ran out of room about the time Dean's best efforts came out of the frying pan.
He ain't lying about Lew. Lew and I got a couple nice hogs between us out in a wheat field and couldn't get any closer because of the lack of cover. I decided to help old Lew and walked out up wind and they bolted back toward him, passing about 30 or so yards out. Lew swing on them like he would on a passing pheasant and drilled the lead hog. Pig barely made it out of the field. He acted like it weren't nothing.
Each day at lunch, old Lew would eat jalepenas straight from the jar while I was munching granola bars. He never broke a sweat. Lew tough as boot.
On the last day, Dean fixed us one of his famous Cornish X hens. Put it in one of those baking bags in the oven. We went hunting and came back to find that he forgot to turn on the oven. Dean and Lew had to leave for Ohio and left our host, I and the hen in the oven. When it was done, we cut the sucker down the middle and wondered where 'dem crazy yankees was at, and why anyone would drive all that way just to kill a hog; all the while enjoying Dean's famous Cornish X hen.
That ain't all Dean forgot, but you gotta' get that from him. I ain't telling; it might be worth another sliver of bamboo and osage one of these days.
