I crawled through a hedge yesterday, like you do, and found myself under a tree. I took my rifle out of its bag, popped in a pellet and lay back against the tree. A flutter - and a wood pigeon landed in the branches above my head.
The times I've cooked them in the past, I realised last night, I've overcooked them; they don't need long: twenty minutes in the oven yesterday and this one was superbly tender and delicious.
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That right there is a photo of heaven!
ReplyDeleteFunnily enough, I had the pleasure of chatting with Mr Suburban Bushwacker today and we agreed that watching the sun come up on a North California vinyard while hunting turkeys constituted our idea of heaven!
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