I don’t like anything about goat or sheep meat. Or milk. But I won’t say no to wool! Must be that German Jew ancestry that tells me to stay away from those ‘cloven hoofed critters.’ ;)
OK. I lied. I’ll eat it in a Giros...that someone ELSE has made for me. ;)
Beau has never gotten a Moose and I Thank God for that every time he heads to AK. He’d drag home every PART of that MONSTER and leave it for me to deal with. Ugh!
And a Moose Head added to the ridiculous animal head collection that already graces our home would put me over the edge!
He did that with me and the Wild Hogs he got down in (very) southern Texas. It took me a dozen tries to get that SHOE LEATHER cooked correctly, and by then we were out of it!
For the record, the last critter I harvested was a fat doe when I was in my late teens. It was a clean kill, but I never did develop a yearning for hunting. I’ll work the back-end of the kitchen, Thanks! ;)
I don’t hunt other than going out with dad bird hunting when I was young. There are times when I’m tempted to start deer hunting, but then the “reality” of what it takes to do it hits me (cold mornings, hours of sitting in tree stands, etc.) ... my brother & nieces bow, rifle & occasionally black powder hunt. I’d have to gun hunt if I ever decided to do it. My brother’s upcoming elk hunt is a bow hunt.