Son, that there is field cookin’.
We bring the fat ones home to Mama.
She’ll even make pepper gravy that’d make you slap yor Grandma!
We did some field cookin’ back in the day. Camped out on the Pacific coast of Baja, we would skorkel out to the kelp beds and spear some tasty fish, gut them at the shoreline, then stick them back on the spears and hang the spears over the pre-stoked driftwood fire. Fresher fish you will never taste.
Never had the pleasure.
Can you describe the taste> similar to Chicken, Ham, Deer, Moose?