Some years back we were guiding some deer Hunter's at my friends Idaho mountain ranch.
We set out, as promised, to go on a morning hunt on some bottom land for camp meat. We were all thinking pheasants or sharptails.
Long story short, we saw no game birds, and were looking at returning to camp empty handed.
We made the decision to stop at a friendly farm, and killed a mess of barn pigeons.
I cooked em up, and told our guests that they were Rock Doves. (Not a lie)
The birds were diced, browned and served in a mushroom gravy. They cleaned their plates, and kept coming back til they were all gone, and plates cleaned.
The next day, one of our guests asked what Rock Doves were. I told him. Pigeons. They one by one confirmed, and then told me they couldn't believe pigeons were so tasty!
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