While on the Wonderland trail (around Mt. Rainier) I fell in with a scout troop who was doing trail work. Our paths crossed several times in various parts of the park and we built an affinity for each other. One day we met up for some lunch when one the kids asked me if I wanted a piece of jerky. I have never been much of a jerky fan (Dad's homemade :P ) but still wanted to be polite so I took the unappetizing  dried hunk of shoe leather and plopped it in my mouth. When the jerky hit my mouth all other body functions ceased. I was transfixed by the wonderful taste sensation I was experiencing.

The scout leader and I hiked together a few times while the young lions raced ahead and I came to find out that he had driven over an hour to a shop of no small reputation to lay in a store of jerky for his crew.

The last time I bumped into them was quite a surprise and after posing for a few pics together the scout leader gave me the last of the jerky as we bid each other fond farewells. Now I had a whole ziplock bag of the stuff and I was determined to make it last a few days. 3 hours later it was all gone.......I literally couldn't help myself.

I can't help but wonder if it wouldn't be the same with the imported charizo. Looks like the real deal. I guess there is only one way to find out. Thanks DD.