Assuming we are fairly close in age, I'm sure I was probably wandering about Williamsburg when you were making your exotic treat. It was interesting growing up there. Many of my friends parents worked for what we called, "The Restoration" (Colonial Williamsburg), and I recall one friend's father who came home from work dressed like a blacksmith. At that time if you lived in the area, you got free guest passes (also to Jamestown and Yorktown) and could use the buses and enter the various buildings for free. It was a great place to grow up...and the town cleared out in the winter, making it even more appealing. We belonged to a hunt club (a poor man's version) that had about 400 acres adjacent to the Colonial Parkway. We had deer stands along the route and when you heard a car slow down, you knew a deer was crossing and needed to be ready to shoot. On "stand" was to sit atop a Revolutionary War embankment -- my favorite. I also hunted on land that is now Busch Gardens. Things change (and seldom for the best).
BTW, do you put butterbeans in your stew? It's the only thing I won't put in mine...ever(!) Squirrel, however, was a staple for dinner at our house growing up.
I hope you'll post a photo of your stew like you often do for you "lunches at the shop."
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"Doubtless the good Lord could have made a better game bird than bobwhite, and better country to hunt him in...but equally doubtless, he never did." -- Guy de la Valdene (from A Handful of Feathers )
"'I promise you,' he said, 'on my word of honor, I won't die on the opening of the bird season.'" -- Robert Ruark (from The Old Man and the Boy)
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