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Well, yes.. Iver Johnson is certainly - and clearly better - than a Stevens..
*Cough, cough...* (Sorry - just had something stuck in my throat...) BTW - doing Pheasant on the grill tonight... They are marinading in the fridge as I type this.. Sorry for the short notice - but, want to come by for dinner??? I'd ask Dean, or Dave, or Bob, or Scott or Robin, or..??... But - they might actually show up... JD |
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08-14-2009, 05:58 PM | #14 | ||||||
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John...Would you please answer your door! I have been sitting out here quite a while now
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08-14-2009, 06:28 PM | #15 | ||||||
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I was just sitting here wondering where I could go on the Harley...... good idea! See ya soon. It is a nice evening for a ride.
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08-14-2009, 06:45 PM | #16 | ||||||
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Well - the grill is up... Here we go! As well - I'll post the recipe if it's any good. Jen will be the judge of that, OK?? Also - Dave and Robin? Just come on in..!! I'm doing two pheasants "on the Barbie" - so you guys are more than welcome!!
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08-14-2009, 08:25 PM | #17 | ||||||
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And here is what they look like - BEFORE we ate them... Dang good...
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08-14-2009, 09:37 PM | #18 | ||||||
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Oh gosh! Not the fine china! When Robin shows up on his Harley that pretty stuff will shatter from the thunderous roar of his pipes like a well-hit clay. Heck, my neighbors are still trying to get me to pay for their windows from Robin's last visit here.
Hey John, where'd you buy them fezzants? . . . shot 'em? I dunno John, that story is gettin pretty old |
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Went to Kansas last year. I was feeling pretty good about the whole thing. You know the feeling...? Well - first time to Kansas. Or the MidWest. Something pulled me out there. Something in my head - a little voice saying "you can shoot them fezzants with a Parka.."... I listened to that little voice in my head... I heard the voice. The call - the Call of the Wild. The Fezzant call... The call of the beguiled... So I went to kansas. I made the trip. Heard the voice.. Had me a Parka.. Had me some shells. The voice was louder... "You can shoot those birds.."... False promises... That voice. Those words.... I spent 15 days in the field. No food. No water. No dog. Just a voice and my Parka and one shell. I figured it was "me" against the fezzants. And that voice... Saying - "You kin shoot them Fezzants, Johnny..." To make a long story short - I saw a fezzant... I tracked that fezzant. I was on all fours scenting that fezzant - Parka in hand with one shell. I pointed that fezzant when I saw it.. And when I did - that fezzant busted. Straight up. Right up - and the voice said "Shoot - shoot now!!!" - but my Parka wasn't loaded with that one shell. So I reeled about - twisted up - like a pitcher in the National League going after the Stanley Cup in the World Series - and I hucked that shell at the fezzant.. And I missed... And the voice sez - "don't you worry - I can get you a fezzant..".. And I listened.... Later that day - I hitch-hicked back to town on the back of a dairy truck - just me and my Parka - and so begins the saga of how I got this fezzant.... The one I cooked up tonight..... Here is that story........ Walking around town after hitch hiking back on the back of a dairy truck - Parka in hand - some guy walks up and sez "Hey Mist'a - I like your Parka". I sez - "Yep - it's a mighty fine Parka"... He looks it over - it's his size - and large Parka in blue. As for me - I don't like that Parka - is it didn't shoot worth a damn.. So I says to the man - that man who was wearing the sunglasses and peering out of the doorway as I walked past with my Parka - I sez "It's a pleasant Parka"... So - he was confused by what I sed - as I sez "pleasant" Parka. He thought I sed "Fezzant Parka"... So he sez to me - "OK - it's a deal..." I got a fezzant in place of a pleasant Parka... I like the fezzant a lot better than the Parka... I was good with that... And if you ever hunt in Kansas - remember this story... People in Kansas are crazy about Parkas... Bring a few Parkas and you will be guaranteed a few fezzants... And if you see a guy with sunglasses, hanging out in a doorway with a blue Parka? Say Hi for me, OK? And that is the fezzant I grilled up tonight. It was as good as this post... Whatever that means... John |
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08-14-2009, 10:57 PM | #20 | ||||||
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Now that I believe!!
It looks delicious. I never thought of grilling it wrapped in Bacon. Pretty good idea, how was it? |
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