Chadd Wright

Well, there was one man named Zachariah.

He was about a 90-year-old black man.

He had one eye.

He hunted year-round because he had to hunt to eat.

We'd see him out in the field deer hunting in the middle of the summertime.

Wouldn't nobody say nothing to him because they knew he had to eat.

But I'd call Zachariah when I'd kill that bear.

Well, then he would call all of his people in the community.

And we'd take that bear down to the skinning shed.

And within 10 minutes, we'd have 50 people lined up at the skinning shed with grocery bags.

And so we would cut this bear up and process this bear, and these poor people, they'd come down there and get them a big piece of meat.

Well, by the time everybody was done, they wasn't maybe but one piece of meat left, you know what I mean?

Because I don't like bear, but I sure do like killing them.

Have you ever had it cooked well, done well?

We've cooked some at the house.

But I haven't – I mean, I haven't – that's what I'm saying.

I'm not a good cook, man.

There's a way to make it taste good.

These bears, we were killing.

The reason they were so big, they were eating corn and soybeans.