...OK...OK...OK...one last 'hunting tale'
When I first went deer hunting with those guys, I wasn't sure what to expect.
There was usually me, 3 guys, and Grandpa. I expected that, as the only female, they would expect me to do chores.
I was WRONG!
They had their routine, and I usually just sat off to the side.
But I learned the routine and tried to help.
Jeff would prepare breakfast, and once I figured out what was going on, I helped Him. I would unwrap the bacon, and crack the eggs...and then just stand back.
We would all help clean up. Lunch was a 'do it yourself', we had bread and cold cuts and you just ate what you wanted. But DINNER WAS ALWAYS SPECIAL!
Jeff would BBQ, and I was introduced to food I had never eaten before. BBQ ducks ARE REALLY GOOD! I must have eaten TEN before I stopped.
But, the best was when Jeff brought 'home made sausage'. I was very leery of them.
(I am going to do my best to not make this post sensual.) They were very thick, and very long. Jeff grilled them, and I asked, "What is in them?" He just nodded and said, "Oh, this and that," and I nodded back at Him.
When we sat down to eat, I drank some beer before I cut away a little bit. I have no food allergies, so I wasn't worried, and I cut off a slice and ate it. I WAS ASTONISHED!
It tasted SO GOOD! I just GORGED on them, and they sat well in my tummy that night.
They were much better than any store bought sausages I have ever eaten.
In my future, I plan on getting a machine that can make sausages, and study how to do that.
