I remember 1 time when i was a very young hunter walking along a river in Illinois
i saw a duck (Coot ) and shot it and took it home boy was i proud,
i plucked it all by myself and gutted it and cut off the head, feet and wing tips,
took it in to mom and she started preping it right away, got it all ready and put it in the oven,,,,
about 10 mins. and the whole house stunk like a dead animal, about that time my dad walked in and said what the he @# is that god awful smell
and i told him i shot a duck he said what kind was it, and i showed him and he said where is the head and stuff
where you cleaned it and i showed him,,,,, I never seen my dad laugh so hard in my life By the time we got back in the house my mom had thrown
it out and the old hound dog wouldn,t eat it, he got down and rolled on it ---------------- True story
Dave
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