I don't like jerky of any kind. So the deer jerky I was forced to try as a kid gagged me. The other times I've had deer meat it was very tough and dry. Too chewy for my liking
It's tougher than beef in general, but you must not have had it prepared very well.
That's what I'm hearing. So if I'm offered it again, I'm not turning it down. But I'm also not seeking it out lol. And I'm certainly not cooking with it.
I do get a good laugh at the city folk who turn their nose up at deer (and other wild game) on some kind of principle. Many people I've told I don't like deer think thats why I say I don't like it, um no, I legit don't like it
Our house is surrounded on three sides by woods. Lots of wildlife. Like I said, deer hunting is HUGE here. When we were kids, my sister and I would have such silly, very loud conversations on our walk to the end of the road to catch the bus. We were always so worried that some hunter would mistake us for a deer. I guess it never occurred to us that our family owned all that land.....and we didn't allow anyone to hunt it. Silly kids!
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DH takes the back strap (filet mignon) and pounds it between 2 sheets of wax paper, then flours it and slow sautees it in just a little butter. He then makes a white gravy with the drippings. Yummmmm. :)
Just called them. They say you are wrong. Just sayin...
Why on earth did you call? You could have just looked it up. Is your husband omniscient?
Walleye is part of the perch family.
Pickerel is part of the pike family.
Fact.
Why yes. He is. And you are wrong. Yet again. Unless customs is ignorant. But I would bet you are, seeing that 5 or 6 times a year we declare walleye and they inspect every fish and approve...
Bless your heart,
I've posted proof after proof, and yet you're insisting I'm wrong because your husband says so. You're adorable.
This is by far the stupidest argument I have ever seen on this board or any other. Congratulations, 04, Weltz, you have reached a new level of ridiculous.
This is by far the stupidest argument I have ever seen on this board or any other. Congratulations, 04, Weltz, you have reached a new level of ridiculous.
Nah, there have been dumber ones!
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
No education, no transportation, cheap rent...and the 7-11 is your "grocery," so no fresh fruits or veggies, etc.
flan
Would you live in the inner city, Flan?
Lily must be so proud of you.
My POINT is that some people have NO CHOICE.
flan
Why would Lily be proud of me?
I know what your point is but that's not the question. You didn't like Lily saying she wouldn't live in the inner city so I asked if you would. If you wouldn't, you have no business chastising Lily for her statement.
I wouldn't live in the inner city either. Would you like to chastise me now?
The closest game I will ever eat is a cow we bought at the county fair. I do know of some hunters who don't like deer but will donate the deer they shoot to a family in need.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I would love the tree in Lindly's avatar as my Christmas tree. And love seafood, all kinds of fish.
I would too.
And me too.
Except catfish.
But I haven't had a lot of different kinds.
I know if I get a bone in my mouth, I'm done. I can't put another bite in my mouth after a bone.
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I think it's one of those things you either like or you dont.
It always tastes dirty to me. For lack of a better word.
I can put away some pollock.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.