It was a treat. Ate a couple handfuls of huckleberries in the woods today. The reddish pink berries lit up the tree like a fireworks show on mushrooms. Do not see huckleberry bushes around here like you used to. Maybe it is just that I do not spend as much time in the woods as I did when I was a kid. When I was a kid I ate as many as I could without dying of diarrhea. Came close a couple times though. "Ma!" I would yell from the bathroom. "Call the doctor! I'm shitting myself to death!"
In the past the women of my tribe would have been in the woods collecting as many berries as they could carry away during the summer season. The berries would be dried or preserved in the liver oil of baby seals. If my tribe was particulary advanced the medicine man would have brewed up some of the berries into huckleberry beer.
The Hammer turned up her nose when I offered her a few in the palm of my hand. She had her treat a little later when she found a dead racoon kit well off the trail. Do not think she ate much of the long dead animal, which must have once been cute as Tiger Williams was to his mother. She just shook it like a wild dog.
You never know what you are going to find in the woods.