Lucky pup. I did mean me with the jerky. I'd have been the nom, nom, nom dead cowboy/frontier guy. I always remember the stories of being on the trail / range and rationing out the jerky provisions to make it to the end of trail. But I fear I wouldn't last a day , I mean cmon a satchel of jerky at the hip just moseying along? Nom, nom ..
I'd have a better chance of making it with a pouch of salted lima beans.