feathers

In keeping with the outdoorsman theme of the last post, i thought i would post this shot of me and a goose i shot this weekend.....theres a big wetland behind my house on the bay, and lots of waterfowl activity. This is the first year that I've really hunted it, and this is the first goose I've killed there. It was a bit sad as you can imagine, but i forgot all of that once i tasted him. I seems alot of people (especially in nyc) think it's barbaric to hunt and kill animals for food, but I say isnt it much more barbaric to buy a dead animal wrapped in plastic that never lived one day of freedom? Simply born, bred, and slaughtered so you can eat it?? All you city slickers remember that next time you bite into a hamburger or chicken club sandwich. This goose had a great life. No antibiotics, no hormones, and freedom. Then I shot him. And now he is in my belly.....This guy was breasted, put in the crock pot, and left to simmer for 6 hours in a nice red wine, carrots and apples recipe. Very tasty. Now go make a ham sandwich!