Jack, I think a good part of the problem is that none of these guys (my guys) can cook worth a damn, and their wives won't allow dead critters in the house unless they come from the supermarket. My parents' generation grew up with chicken coops, rabbit hutches, and corrals for goats and cattle that they raised for food. My, my, how things have changed.
My wife grew up in a hunting family, but hated game dinners until I showed her the best ways to prepare it. She still refuses to cook it, but eats it when I prepare it. Last year, she gave me permission to hunt pheasants whenever I want, just because one of my pheasant recipes was such a success. Too bad wild pheasants are so scarce around here.
Last edited by Replacement; 01/02/07 10:11 PM.
