Did I make and eat the longest lived pot of Texas Chili in history? Well, probably not, but it makes for a good story. The year was 1969, I don't recall the exact month of fall, but it was deer season in Burnet in Central Texas.
I'd mustered out of the military after a year of solitude on a remote site in Alaska. My preceding assignment had been a scenic tour of portions of South VietNam that were popular with everyone at that time. I had a lot of things to try to sort out in my mind and when my Dad told me there was still a spot open in their deer lease I jumped on it.
I got to the ranch that first morning and unloaded the truck, then headed for my blind. I found it easily, despite not having been on the ranch for several years. Daylight seemed slow in coming but when it finally arrived there were several does in sight. I waited for a young buck and easily collected him.
I field dressed the buck, then took him back to the camp house and skinned him out. I cut enough meat off the poorer cuts to start a pot of chili, chopped the onion and garlic and lit a fire in the wood stove. A few hours later I was savoring the first venison chili I'd had in several years.
The next day I seared more meat and added it to the pot, simmering it to tenderize the whole batch. It didn't make any sense to me to wash out the Dutch oven, it stayed around freezing all the time until I fired up that old cook stove and added more venison.
After a few days of this I began to see the humor in it, then I decided to let that pot ride the cook stove for the rest of my stay. I did go into town one day for supplies, and ate a cheese burger and fries, then drank a beer or two. I counted it up later and that pot of chili was never empty for eighteen days. I never regretted doing it and it caught me up on my craving for good Texas Venison Chili for a few weeks.