One of the great benefits of living on the Eastern Shore is the annual migration of geese heading south, and their choice of our town as a stopover point (point of fact..we thanked God for their arrival in church yesterday). Every day, there are hundreds, thousands of geese noisily making their way to warmer climes, stopping on our cove for a float and a meal. Their noise is music to the hunters here, and I don't mind it very much myself. I'm trying to work on a bird hunting trip with
Mudge sometime soon, so once I've tackled the chore of bringing one of these beasts to table, I'll tell you about it.
Wahoo, you're lucky you don't have the damned things living around you year-round. Here in nice, safe, liberal New Jersey, we are infested with them; of course, they cannot be hunted and killed because that wouldn't be humane.
ReplyDeleteThe joys of navigating goose-crap strewn sidewalks never cease. Kill as many as you can!
....breast 'em...freeze the breasts slightly until easy to slice very thin.....marinate and dehydrate. Geese make great jerky. I've got a pretty good jerky marinade recipe. Let me know if you need one. Nice blog. Visit here for like minded stuff. Or here for hunting related posts.
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Hey Hoo-con. You're about the right age.....was Kurt Schick in the Navy unit with you at the U? He's my younger brother, recently retired and teaching writing at JMU. We were back in the Hook this weekend for a reunion at the K Zoo house. I really don't remember the U-Chicks being so good looking in the 80's.
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John S....Welcome! Although I've been outed a few times on this site, and I don't do a fantastic job keeping myself a secret, I try and keep a low profile here. you and I have corresponded on Linkedin.com....yep, I'm a good friend of brother Kurt!
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ReplyDeleteOK, I'll let you slip back under the waves. Sure you're not a submariner? :)
ReplyDeleteJohn S, you've got to trust me on this...during your recent trip to C'ville, none of the sundress bedecked young ladies could have held a candle to Ghost of Halloween past, circa 1985.
ReplyDeleteWould that be the ghost of your Halloween past, or mine? My first wife, not so recently jettisoned, was a U-chick. Late one bourbon soaked post-breakup evening, my Brothers' refrain from the recesses of my blurred fraternity "shape-up" night memory returned in searingly painful detail, "Never Date a U-chick!" Later, when Amy and I met and started dating, she of Longwood College and two years younger asked me why I didn't remember her from a long forgotten Longwood sorority mixer. (I'm pretty sure she's kidding........) Long live the Road!
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