Once upon a time, up to about World War Two, the nation was stillmostly independent farmers as Jefferson intended. These farm families werefamiliar with butchering their own cattle and hogs, baking bread, and a hostof other now long-dead skills. Even the vast majority of modern“outdoorsmen” who kill a deer every fall can do nothing more than fielddress it. Then they drag it off to the local meat locker to be processed intosummer sausage and call it good.
So, can you turn a deer into these cuts?
When you factor in even a small family, let alone a fighting group, all problems are greatly expanded. Let’s take a quick peek at the kind of vittlesenjoyed, and the life lived by, the Soviet Partisans living and fighting behindGerman lines during the Second World War. The movie
obviouslyan aberration in Hollywood,
actually gives a fairly decent overview of theentire development and existence of these Partisans. Lest ye think that thelife of a freedom fighter is nothing more than spectacularly successfulambushes, adulation by the beautiful woman partisan, and a quick, easyglorious victory after a short-term fight, here’s a more realistic non-Hollyweird view, based upon the real-life experiences of the Soviet Partisan.
"Thus the partisans had to live off the land. Foraging became a major activity, almost the exclusive occupation of some units. A capturedpartisan gave this description of the food situation in his brigade:We brought ten horses along to the camp and, in the course of themonth, slaughtered and consumed eight of them. It was possible to secureenough potatoes by uncovering the storage bins of the burned-out villagesin the neighborhood. In the same fashion, we secured some rye. In a villageeleven kilometers from the camp, we found a larger supply of unthreshedrye which we threshed and milled, using millstones found in the village."