Ducks, geese, and antelope were the only things Dad hunted that I couldn’t abide eating, but had to. I might have gotten away with fussing over a simple side dish, but never the main thing on the plate. I’d enjoy the sandhill crane, pheasant, doves, (although it took most of the hunting season to get enough for our crew), turkeys, deer, elk, and once Dad drew an out of state moose tag for Minnesota, but those first three things could turn my stomach! Seemed the more I chewed, the bigger it got in mouth. Yuck!! That moose was fabulous eating - hated to see the last of it being cooked up. I liked the prairie chickens when he could break away to hunt the Missouri River breaks, and of course anything that came out of the water was delicious. After we moved here I cooked bison for the first time. That is still the favorite of Ken, me, Jamie and Little Diane! But man, you gotta cook that meat carefully - underdone or overdone it’s like leather. Just getting hard to find commercially, and too much work for two old people to hunt. We’d probably never draw one of those limited tags anyway.
Seems Kendra found Katie’s phone again!
