「Half an hour later.」
A complete brown bear pelt was stripped off, leaving only the meat and bones.
Feng Mountain trimmed the fat from the lean meat, collecting it separately.
Lately, cooking had been either roasting or frying, which used up a lot of their three-oil blend. With this bear fat, plus the moose and reindeer fat, they could render a new batch.
As for the lean meat, he followed the usual procedure: half was set aside for smoking, and the other half was buried in a snow hole dug on the riverbank.
Seeing the bearskin had been stripped, Tom couldn't wait to pack it up. He didn't even stay for a meal, rushing off to return to Fairbanks.
In his eyes, delaying even a minute would be a sign of disrespect to Franklin.
As for the price they'd agreed on, Feng Mountain didn't care, nor would he ask.
Spotting a brown bear tenderloin that Nash had specially left on the worktable, he asked everyone,
"How about roasted bear meat for dinner?"
'Eat bear meat?'
