The shaman talks about building a new meatpole.

“When I got back, I could hear the wailing from the house. At first it sounded like a wild animal in a trap. Then I realized it was my wife, consort, and best Girlfriend, KYHillChick. It seems she had not taken to the sight of the deer being eviscerated, and I’d compounded the problem by asking her help cleaning up. She didn’t fault me. She just realized somewhere into splashing water on the front porch that deer evisceration just wasn’t her cup of tea and had gone into the house to lose her mind. I was extremely apologetic, but poor ‘HillChick was quite inconsolable. Finally I got things back on a good track by promising her she would not have to put up with flying deer innards ever again. She had seen them come back with holes in them. She had just gone about her work elsewhere in the house, and just not given much thought, and by the time we were done the porch was pretty well cleaned off.”