We ain't tryin' to set your mouth on fire. We just tossed in enough cracked black pepper to let you know it's there. My mammaw lived down yonder in Possum Hollow, and we'd walk uphill both ways in our bare piggums just for a piece of this jerky. Whether that's true or not ain't the point... this jerky sure is. Made tough. Made big. Made fat. Built for some long chompin'. BIG. FAT. JERKY.
