It's before 7am on Good Friday morning. Furry, the masterful hunter-gatherer, checks his equipment
The loneliness of the long-distance hunter.
Some locals look at him as though he's crazy.
Years of experience, and calling on his Koori roots, he finds a secluded spot to wait for his prey.
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I have been really excited about this coming series of "frugal food" posts, I've been planning them, in my head, for weeks now, so I was right chuffed when I finally convinced Furry to get out the yabbie net and get us some free food. I mean, how much more frugal can ya get?? I posted about yabbie hunting and recipes last year, and I was looking forward to revisiting cooking with this really really lovely native Aussie "crayfish". Methods of catching yabbies, and varieties of bait are as numerous as there are yabbie hunters. It's a part of the OZ childhood psyche that you spend an afternoon, on the banks of a dam, ankle deep in cow manure, trying to lure yabbies into your net, with a bit og bacon tied on a piece of string. Furry favours a couple of stinky chicken necks or some canned dog food.
So it was with a light heart, primed taste buds and a hot pan, that I awaited Furry's return, 8 hours later.
**sigh** We had canned tomatoes on pasta.