Re: Worthless meathunter
Well if it were my Grandmother's kitchen there would be no telling what hit the skillet. After my Grandfather passed, she brought up 10 kids through the end of the depression and if it had fins, feathers, or fur, she had a way to cook it. One of her specialties was softshell turtle and frog legs. Another one was scrambled eggs and squirrel brains. Eating supper at her house during hunting season was always fun, but like it is said about the Cajun's, you just sat down and ate, don't ask what it is. [img]/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/grin.gif[/img] Hardly anything went to waste.
Growing up with this in mind, did however have several life lessons for me pertaining to shooting things. IE the post above. It only took a couple of times for me to realize that when the hammer drops on something, you had better be prepared to eat it for supper.
Mike / Tx
"Heck why would I lie, most folks don't believe the truth when I tell them"