I married a hunter. I had to take some time to get used to that because well, before we were married I couldn't even stand the thought of a gun around. My husband however has owned his own hunting rifle since he could just about walk and has been shooting game since about the same time. It also took me some time to get used to the idea that he fully intended on our children learning to hunt from an early age. Those lessons were to include not only gun safety but hunting and proper dressing of the animal once it was killed, he even goes so far as to teach them how to properly cook the wild game too.
I consider myself a good sport. I will try most everything he brings home, he is not wasteful and if he shoots and kills it...we eat it. There is a now infamous story about me while we were yet dating and my espousing the hatred I had for the idea of deer meat...all while going on and on about how good the spaghetti he made me tasted. Do you know where I am going with this one? Yup, he had me eating deer meat ground up in the spaghetti and I was totally unaware. However, there are some wild game animals I just do not like the taste of. Dove being one of them, my kids love mourning dove wrapped in bacon and bbq but to me it tastes like liver...I hate liver. There are a few others as well but many I have come to enjoy, like pheasant.
Most recently my husband was invited to a friend's home to hunt geese. This was a new endeavor for him as he had not hunted geese before. My son was very excited to go along as a hunting date with dad often includes a stop at some sort of fast food that mom has outlawed. This recent trip I think the two of them had the time of their lives. My son still has not stopped talking about how his daddy got not one but two geese with one shot. What surprised me most though was that when they returned home my husband advised me that later in the week we were having dinner guests and he would be preparing goose. What???? I tried to tell him that you do not just invite guests over and serve something like that but he would have none of it, besides, his friend was a hunter too so the family coming was used to wild game. Secretly I thought I should probably thaw out some chicken. I didn't though and I just let him have at it (he really is a good cook).
So the evening arrived and my husband had been preparing the goose meat for 2 days...seriously. He marinated it for 2 days and pounded it, then marinated and pounded some more. Goose meat is tough meat if you aren't careful. I have to say, when we sat down to eat the smell was divine and the meat even looked really good. But, the taste....it was so unexpectedly delicious. It was just like a good steak. This is one wild game venture that I will be happy to support in the future!
I consider myself a good sport. I will try most everything he brings home, he is not wasteful and if he shoots and kills it...we eat it. There is a now infamous story about me while we were yet dating and my espousing the hatred I had for the idea of deer meat...all while going on and on about how good the spaghetti he made me tasted. Do you know where I am going with this one? Yup, he had me eating deer meat ground up in the spaghetti and I was totally unaware. However, there are some wild game animals I just do not like the taste of. Dove being one of them, my kids love mourning dove wrapped in bacon and bbq but to me it tastes like liver...I hate liver. There are a few others as well but many I have come to enjoy, like pheasant.
Most recently my husband was invited to a friend's home to hunt geese. This was a new endeavor for him as he had not hunted geese before. My son was very excited to go along as a hunting date with dad often includes a stop at some sort of fast food that mom has outlawed. This recent trip I think the two of them had the time of their lives. My son still has not stopped talking about how his daddy got not one but two geese with one shot. What surprised me most though was that when they returned home my husband advised me that later in the week we were having dinner guests and he would be preparing goose. What???? I tried to tell him that you do not just invite guests over and serve something like that but he would have none of it, besides, his friend was a hunter too so the family coming was used to wild game. Secretly I thought I should probably thaw out some chicken. I didn't though and I just let him have at it (he really is a good cook).
So the evening arrived and my husband had been preparing the goose meat for 2 days...seriously. He marinated it for 2 days and pounded it, then marinated and pounded some more. Goose meat is tough meat if you aren't careful. I have to say, when we sat down to eat the smell was divine and the meat even looked really good. But, the taste....it was so unexpectedly delicious. It was just like a good steak. This is one wild game venture that I will be happy to support in the future!
The proud hunters...
