Wild Onion Soup
I like the flavor of wild onions in lots of
things, one of my favorite is scrambled eggs but one thing I never cared for
when I was a kid was onion soup. That changed over the course of a not so good
camping trip. My idea of camping back then was wondering out in the woods as
far away from people as I could get. That always meant Coalton bottoms because
it was the biggest stretch of woods I knew of and since the only way I had of
getting anywhere was to walk, I liked to travel light. My camping equipment
consisted of one blanket that I could roll up and carry over my shoulder, a
pocket knife, a hatchet I could carry in my belt and my trusty 22 rifle. I got
smart enough (finally) to carry some
salt and pepper in a couple of Grandmas old snuff cans plus some hooks, line
and sinkers. I never carried any food or water because the woods always
supplied both, or at least they had until this trip.
I tended not to eat breakfast most of time
even back then and the day I headed out was no different. By the time I had
walked all the way to the bottoms then through the woods to my camping spot I
was starting to get a little hungry but I wasn't worried about it, all I had to
do was gather some fire wood, go shoot me a squirrel and I'd have a good supper.
Everything went according to plan except
getting a squirrel. I saw a couple but both of them were on the wrong side of
the river. I even kept hunting until it was to dark to see before I had to
finally give it up and head back to my camp, empty handed. Still, it was just
the first day and I'd gone without eating for a day before. It wasn't real
comfortable but I figured I'd have no problem getting one the next day and even
if the squirrels didn't cooperate I still had my fishing line and was sure I
could at least catch a fish.
I was up bright and early the next morning
and already thinking about a nice squirrel roasting over my fire! The first
thing I did was head to the river and set up a limb line. I was sure I'd have
at least one fish even if i couldn't find a squirrel. That second day was
nothing but a replay of the first. The only squirrels i saw were on the other
side of the river. I scared up one rabbit but lost him in the brush before I
could even get a shot and to add insult to injury the fish just didn't seem to
care about the nice, fat, juiciest worm on my limb line! By the time I was
laying next to the fire and trying to go to sleep I was beginning to wish I had
ate the worm myself! However, I was positive I would get something the next
day.
The third day. Up early and back to the
river. I moved my limb line to what I hoped was a better spot and re-baited
with fresh worm then out in the woods for some serious hunting. I tried sitting
real still down by the river waiting for something to come down for a drink,
nothing. I tried stalking, working hard not to make any noise at all, nothing.
I tried sitting under a big oak tree for almost three hours, nothing. I went
back to check on my limb line, nothing. I flushed a covey of quail, no shot.
Spooked a rabbit, no shot. I even eyeballed a crow but decided I wasn't that
hungry, yet. That night I got to listen
to my stomach rumble most of the night
Day four and I was about ready to call it
quits. It was going to be a long, hungry walk home but at least there was
something to eat there. This was the
first trip where I wasn't able to get anything to eat Granted, I was in no
danger of starving or anything but it sure was getting uncomfortable! I was up
at dawn and decided to give it until at least noon before I headed home, The
first thing I did was go check my limb line. After a full day and night the
only thing different with it was that something had stolen my bait! Giving up
on catching a fish I headed to a different part of the woods where I'd always
had good luck with squirrels in the past. The closer it got to noon the more
this day was beginning to look like the last ones. The only things i saw were
either to far away or moving to fast for me to get a shot and I was pretty well
to the point of just giving up and heading home. On my way back to the camp I
happened upon a patch of wild onions and without even breaking stride I reached
down and grabbed one to munch on. I was so busy feeling sorry for myself for
not being able to find something to eat I had walk plumb out of the patch
before my brain kicked in! Raw onions weren't what I was looking or hoping for
but they are food. I went back and pulled two big handfuls at least they would
be something to eat. I was almost back to the camp when I ran into a patch of
stinging nettles and had to back track and go around them to get to the camp
As I was sitting there munching on my onions
I got to thinking that if I got some water in my little pot I could make some
onion soup, at least it would be better than eating them raw. While I was
getting the water I remembered the stinging nettles I had found and a better
idea popped into my head. I dropped the pot off at the camp and went back to
the nettle patch. I didn't have any gloves but I had already learned to use a
handful of oak leaves to protect my hands while I gathered them. While I was
there I remembered seeing some fresh cat tails where I had been hunting that
morning so I left the nettles I had and went back to the area and dug out a
couple of nice sized ones. Back to the gather the nettles and finally back to
camp.
I put the water pot on the fire and started
cutting up the onions and the cat tail stalks while it was coming to a boil. As
soon as i had a good boil going i dropped the nettles in the pot and let them
boil for a minute or so then pulled them out and used the oak leaves to rub
them down to make sure i got all the tiny thorns of them. once i had that done
I chopped them up and put everything back in the pot. I added a little salt and
pepper and sat back to wait. I had no idea how good onion soup smells while
it's cooking and i sure didn't know it could taste as good as that first sip!
By the time I had finished that pot I was feeling so good
that I decided to stay
another day.
The next day my luck finally turned and I
was able to get a squirrel. Normally I'd just put it on a spit and roast it
over the fire but this time I gathered everything up for another pot of onion
soup. I did put the squirrel on the spit and roasted it but I only let if get
about half way done, then I cut it up and added it to my soup pot. It was even
better than the first pot!
Since those days I've come to like onion
soup. I've added everything from beef to rabbit to ground hog and snake to it.
All of it has been pretty good and even when it's not the best, at least it's
filling!
