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I had a chance to hunt a wild goat once so I asked the hunting staff at the North American Hunting Club about eating goat meat and was given the following advice. There ain’t enough barbeque sauce in the world to make it taste good. I listened to the expert and had Cindy shoot a pig and I shot my 1000 lb 2 point buck.
LOL! I hope you enjoyed this post. I thought of Cindy’s pig when I was writing it.
the first thing I thought of was, Never cremate a dead skunk
So what farm animals don’t haunt you anymore? There’s the Cow, now a goat. What about Herman the Sheep that you did something too?! 😉
I had a Rooster come after me when I was just a boy. My dad saw the whole thing. The Rooster became a Roaster in a millisecond.
A good point made by your post Ken, but I have to say that every time I’ve eaten goat it’s been delicious, tender and didn’t come back!
Dee, It’s just waiting for the right time.
Years ago I worked in a tyre store where my job was organizing
the tyres customers wanted. A large percentage of those customers were Italian
sugarcane farmers and being Italian they would stand just inches away from you
when they spoke. I came to realise that Italians have two VERY favourite foods,
mountains of garlic washed down with a fermented drink which some might euphemistically
have called wine.
Imagine if they had eaten goat!
That was very very good. I loved it and will share it with others. It had me dieing with laughter but had a very good message to it. I love how you do that.