Reading the thread about speaking to reporters, reminded me of a funny experience...
John Bourbon, Cheech Kehoe and myself hunted with Bill Wasson some years ago... we had a great hunt and shot some beautiful eiders. I brought mine home to have a pair mounted and to make some jerky. My nextdoor neighbor is a very good taxidermist, so he helped select the nicest pair. The rest I breasted, and soaked in pineapple juice for a couple days. I then used my tried and true jerky marinade recipe, which I have used on puddle ducks, geese, and venison many times...
My children will eat jerky faster than candy...
When the jerky was done, it did not taste all that good. There was a obvious pineapple juice flavor, and something fishy. It was most noticable when you first opened the zip-loc bag.... and there was an after taste. I ate some, as did my daughter.... but it was my son, who everytime he went to the bag, he would say "dad, this is not all that good".... but damn if he did not eat every crumb.
We still talk about it everytime we make jerky (a Thanksgiving week tradition in our house, when the kids are home)... makes me smile every time.
John Bourbon, Cheech Kehoe and myself hunted with Bill Wasson some years ago... we had a great hunt and shot some beautiful eiders. I brought mine home to have a pair mounted and to make some jerky. My nextdoor neighbor is a very good taxidermist, so he helped select the nicest pair. The rest I breasted, and soaked in pineapple juice for a couple days. I then used my tried and true jerky marinade recipe, which I have used on puddle ducks, geese, and venison many times...
My children will eat jerky faster than candy...
When the jerky was done, it did not taste all that good. There was a obvious pineapple juice flavor, and something fishy. It was most noticable when you first opened the zip-loc bag.... and there was an after taste. I ate some, as did my daughter.... but it was my son, who everytime he went to the bag, he would say "dad, this is not all that good".... but damn if he did not eat every crumb.
We still talk about it everytime we make jerky (a Thanksgiving week tradition in our house, when the kids are home)... makes me smile every time.