Meat Log Mountain Full Game
Tucked along Olde Wadsworth Boulevard in Olde Town Arvada, Steve's custom processes your wild game on site. If you have never tried us, it might be time for a change. Bring in your big game animal or frozen meat (some restrictions apply) from previous years and enjoy the excellent sausage and jerky, 30 different types to choose from. All of the recipes are custom created by Steve himself and your tastebuds will appreciate his efforts! All products are gluten and MSG free!!!
Meat Log Mountain Full Game
CAUTION: Wild game animals are not inspected. These animals are WILD which means their diet and/or activity is not monitored. Their diet includes wild grasses, weeds, nuts, acorns, flowers, etc. If you have severe allergies to these types of items, then you must use discretion when eating wild meat.
I am asked why we have such short receiving hours. For example: If you have been here and seen us receive 200-400 antelope in four to five hours on opening weekend of antelope season, you must understand that it is my responsibility to properly clean, refrigerate, process, freeze, and return this meat to you in one week. If I extend my hours to receive more than I can properly handle, I am setting my business up for failure. We need to receive animals at a proper pace and know when we can't handle any more. As the owner, I monitor the production at all times. I feel that Steve's Meat Market is the premier wild game processing plant providing a good value & excellent product.
My husband's hunting buddies turned us on to Steve's for game processing, and we've been hooked ever since. If you're not happy with your careless, dirty, and/or clueless game processor, head on over to Steve's. You're welcome. Traffic often backs up here during hunting season, but it is worth the wait. They'll power-wash the carcass, followed by a quick pass with a flame-thrower device that burns off stray hairs. We've never found a single hair in our meat, and we've probably gone through 300+ pounds of their processed game. Although many animals pass through Steve's, the place doesn't smell like a landfill!!! It actually smells quite appetizing, even in the receiving dock where they wash and single the carcasses. The whole operation is clean, efficient, and professional. These guys know what they're doing, and prices are reasonable. The finished product is vacuum packed and shrink-wrapped, and they even put a net around roasts. When's the last time you saw somebody do that? But their sausages are where they really shine. My favorites are the breakfast sausage and teriyaki snack stix. They also make tasty jerky in both natural which is my favorite (only in retail store) and jerky-shooter style Highly recommend the Sampler Pack which gives you a little taste of everything at a discounted price. If you didn't fill you tag this year, head on over anyway- you can purchase game products from their store. Check out their web gallery at
A: In general, hunters are not usually meatcutters. If they were, they could certainly cut their steaks and roasts at the time they debone the animal. Unfortunately, most who debone their animal in the field are not doing so under sanitary conditions nor is it usually done without cutting through a primal cut. When the meat is left on the bone, the animal can be hung on a trolley, burnt with a torch, and washed with a power washer. When the meat is taken off the bone, it is ALWAYS filthy, it cannot hang from a trolley so it requires a lug (of which none are available during the peak seasons as they are full of meat that has been removed from the carcasses in our cooler), and it is almost NEVER cut off the bone correctly. It is hard to identify the primals when they are cut incorrectly, and it is nearly impossible to clean grass/weeds/twigs, etc, from inside the meat fibers. If the meat is too dirty, we will not even accept it - we will return it to the hunter. If you feel that you NEED to debone your animal, then go ahead and cut your own steaks and roasts. We are more than happy to grind the rest of the meat into any of our custom products.
After the fall of 1978 when the Twin Lakes area became part of Lake Clark National Monument and sport hunting was forbidden, only subsistence hunting for local qualified residents of five subsistence zoned villages was permitted. On December 6, 1980 Congress passed the Alaska National Interest Lands Conservation Act which created 48 million acres of new national parks, including the 4 million acre Lake Clark National Park and Preserve. Apparently Proenneke ceased hunting after that time, but he continued to salvage any game meat that had been killed by sport hunters who violated the law and who, in Proenneke's opinion, had not salvaged all the edible meat.
Proenneke grew so assertive in his opposition to wanton waste of game animals that he risked open verbal confrontation with people who he had previously been on cordial terms. Increasingly he was running out of patience even with old friends who only salvaged a bare minimum of the meat.
Wow, talk about different hiking than Idaho. Talk about people, I passed nearly 68 people going up and down (yes I counted) and had to wait for a parking spot. It was 95 degrees which nearly killed me yet everyone I talked to said it was perfect....Well, anyway, beautiful little mountain, and a fun hike. You can make it even a little techinical if you dont use the hand rails which I almost made a game out of.
The Blackfoot country probably contained more game and in greater variety than any other part of the continent. Theirs was a land whose physical characteristics presented sharp contrasts. There were far-stretching grassy prairies, affording rich pasturage for the buffalo and the antelope; rough breaks and bad lands for the climbing mountain sheep; wooded buttes, loved by the mule deer; timbered river bottoms, where the white-tailed deer and the elk could browse and hide; narrow, swampy valleys for the moose; and snow-patched, glittering pinnacles of rock, over which the sure-footed white goat took his deliberate way. The climate varied from arid to humid; the game of the prairie, the timber, and the rocks, found places suited to their habits. Fur-bearing animals abounded. Noisy hordes of wild fowl passed north and south in their migrations, and many stopped here to breed.
The Blackfeet were a race of meat-eaters, and, while they killed large quantities of other game, they still depended for subsistence on the buffalo. This animal provided them with almost all that they needed in the way of food, clothing, and shelter, and when they had an abundance of the buffalo they lived in comfort.
Then they always had plenty of buffalo—if not fresh meat, that which they had dried. For in winter they would kill large numbers of buffalo, and would prepare great stores of dried meat. As spring opened, the buffalo would move down to the more flat prairie country away from the piskuns. Then the Blackfeet would also move away. As winter drew near, the buffalo would again move up close to the mountains, and the Indians, as food began to become scarce, would follow them toward the piskuns. In the last of the summer and early autumn, they always had runners out, looking for the buffalo, to find where they were, and which way they were moving. In the early autumn, all the piskuns were repaired and strengthened, so as to be in good order for winter.
times when the ground was of such a character as to prevent running the buffalo, an ingenious method of still-hunting them was practised. A story told by Hugh Monroe illustrates it. He said: "I was often detailed by the Hudson's Bay Company to go out in charge of a number of men, to kill meat for the fort. When the ground was full of holes and wash-outs, so that running was dangerous, I used to put on a big timber wolf's skin, which I carried for the purpose, tying it at my neck and waist, and then to sneak up to the buffalo. I used a bow and arrows, and generally shot a number without alarming them. If one looked suspiciously at me, I would howl like a wolf. Sometimes the smell of the blood from the wounded and dying would set the bulls crazy. They would run up and lick the blood, and sometimes toss the dead ones clear from the ground. Then they would bellow and fight each other, sometimes goring one another so badly that they died. The great bulls, their tongues covered with blood, their eyes flashing, and tails sticking out straight, roaring and fighting, were terrible to see; and it was a little dangerous for me, because the commotion would attract buffalo from all directions to see what was going on. At such times, I would signal to my men, and they would ride up and scare the buffalo away."
The Blackfeet were splendid prairie hunters. They had no superiors in the art of stalking and killing such wary animals as the antelope. Sometimes they wore hats made of the skin and horns of an antelope head, which were very useful when approaching the game. Although the prairie was pre-eminently their hunting-ground, they were also skilful in climbing mountains and killing sheep and goats. On the other hand, the northern Crees, who also are a prairie people, are poor mountain hunters.
It was not all work for Henry while this was going on, and someof the labor itself was just as good as play. He was allowed togo considerable distances with Ross, and these journeys were fullof novelty. He was a boy who came to places which no white boyhad ever seen before. It was hard for him to realize that it wasall so new. Behold a splendid grove of oaks! He was itsdiscoverer. Here the little river dropped over a cliff of tenfeet; his eyes were the first to see the waterfall. From thishigh hill the view was wonderful; he was the first to enjoy it.Forest, open and canebrake alike were swarming with game, and hesaw buffaloes, deer, wild turkeys, and multitudes of rabbits andsquirrels. Unaccustomed yet to man, they allowed the explorersto come near.