When Grandpa was engaged to Grandma, he'd drop by her place after a hunt, and gave whatever game he'd shot as a gift. Then he would proudly sit on the pourch and smoke with Great-Grandpa, while Grandma was doing the cooking and Great-Grandma was praising the Lord to have such a breadwinner for a son-in-law. At some point after the marriage, things changed somehow, and by the time I was born, Grandpa had to cook his gane himself. So it was natural for me to cook whatever game
I shot. A couple of times before
my marriage, I'd impress my wife-to-be by dropping by with a duck, dressing and cooking it there and then, myself. After we got married, though, she'd watch me start cooking a bird or hare, them she'd intervine, saying I'm not doing it right and going to spoil the thing, and she'd take over the kitchen and finish the cooking herself. She cooks better than me, although she claims
Iam the better cook... And now that she's started hunting she wouldn't let me get near the birds she'd shot. So-o.. I cook - when my wife lets me
