So, after all the fun of the hunt and the excellent dog work and the mishap known as BIP (Bird in Pattern), the quarry becomes food. First it is transformed from the feathered beauty of a rooster pheasant into skinless portions which are soaked in brine over night. Next day they are packaged into ziploc bags in quantities for one (me). Then they are doled out over the winter. One bird gets me four meals (provided it isn't too badly shot up). I end my season (usually) with six birds in the freezer (possession limit here). Today was one of those days to have a nice lunch of pheasant legs. Just some veggies, a lemon marinade and two legs. Turned the legs off one of these two into the meal. This is what my signature line is all about.
Cheers,
Jack
