Deltaman wrote:Cool video Rick Those white asses on the Whistlers sure stand out when they are jumping up. The long necks and legs make them seem almost clumsy looking, and sometimes look like a shore bird in flight. Seems like you have mentioned them as a good eating bird. What other duck would you compare them to as table fare?
Deltaman wrote:The long necks and legs make them seem almost clumsy looking, and sometimes look like a shore bird in flight.
Deltaman wrote:Seems like you have mentioned them as a good eating bird. What other duck would you compare them to as table fare?
Rick wrote:Deltaman wrote:Seems like you have mentioned them as a good eating bird. What other duck would you compare them to as table fare?
Presumably because they don't fly fast or far, they've less oxygen (read "blood") need in their breasts and are more like domestic duck than other wild ones.
Rick wrote:Pot-roasted whole after slicing pockets, front to back, between ribs and breast meat and stuffing them with chopped bacon, onion, green peppers, garlic, salt and Kitchen Bouquet. Or the breast fillets and legs simply sauteed in butter to medium rare and topped with a sauce made from stewing the thin sliced heart and gizzard until tender in water/apple juice/7-Up/whatever and seasonings until tender and then combined with the saute pan scrapings.
Rick wrote:Live game's more apt to do just the opposite, as it presents the excitement of prey and desire to keep it from escaping. "Mouth" is a product of both nature and nurture, and Marsh has been soft mouthed with bumpers and birds by nature and kept from developing bad mouth habits by nurture. Marsh is yet to harm a live pigeon, and ducks are appreciably sturdier.
But they'll all center-punch a bird that's hard to catch or pull from cover from time to time.
Rick wrote:8/19:
Heard a reliable report of multiple small groups of teal at Coteau Platte.
Thought the several rain cells around us might help us see a few in Klondike, as well, when I ran the dogs in flooded stubbles there this morning, but no dice. Saw only a small flock of blackbellies, but they were kind enough to make several passes for my whistle, and one lit about thirty yards out from where I stood in a black t-shirt and jeans on a grass road.
Rain cut our outing short, which is a very good thing this ultra dry Summer. Let it pour, my mudhole needs the water.
Rick wrote:That's a local name for what was one of our area's premier hunting spots, south of 14 and just east of Lacassine Bayou, until Lacassine NWR sucked it up. Rice is still farmed on much of it, and it was one of the farmers, who knows what he's looking at, who spotted the teal.
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