I had a mate from Denmark a Danish national that came and hunted sambar deer with me. Knowing Europeans like their meat and game meat at that I had my mate make up a batch of his venison /pork sausages but with Italian add ons. I also bbq-ed Salcicce Italiano the famous pure pork sausages,we ate them every day as an after hunt bbq around noon.We ate them as he asked for them.The Dane still to this day always mentioned the deer snags in fact he confessed to dreaming of them as the best ever. The Italian snags were good but " oh those sambar sausages etc"
So one evening as we sat overlooking a likely deer spot and the wind blowing from the North to the South end of the big log we were using for cover with the Dane up wind. I farted,I farted alright,it was the fart from hell,maybe it was the fart of the century,it was that putrid that I swear a fly flew into the fart and fell out of the sky and died. He was warned to not move a muscle prior to getting there etc.
Ok we are in silent mode,no talk,all hand signals and I have a policy of no talking until well back out of the way.
After the two kilometres walk back to the car we rehashed the hunt and the Dane said to me "you know John,I have hunted all over the world,I have sat in hides with bushmen,I have hunted with pigmys,I have hunted with Inuit,I have hunted with all sorts of Africans,I have hunted everywhere but THAT fart was the WORST fart that I have ever smelt in my life"
Of course I wore that statement as a badge of honour ha ha. But The Dane still dreams of those sausages. 70% sambar,30% pork for the meat with fennel,garlic,red wine and secrets mixed in.
They were the most memorable of feeds he has ever had!