Slab o Mammoth

While canoeing near Koyukuk, Alaska, last summer, I discover a partially thawed wooly mammoth, so I pulled out my trusty hatchet and chopped off all the ribs that I could carry. There ain't nuttin finer than a good slab of hickory smoked wooly mammoth, seasoned just right with my secret dry rub. I look so durn cheerful, cuz that is the last of it. Twas smoked and et tonight, with a side of Pat's red cabbage, apples and onions widow maker dish.