Step two...

The next phase of online self indulgence.
I made the mistake of monkeying around with my original BLOG located here and ruining it.
I am useless.
I am starting over..and here we go.

Tuesday, January 31, 2012


Gerry , father in law loves to shoot shit.
This makes me very happy because I love eating the shit he shoots.

So far he hasn't been able to stump me...but to be fair I have only been challenged by Grouse, Deer (favourite!!!!!!) and the scourge of Canada ..the Canada Goose..or otherwise known as Great Canadian Shithawk.
My Mother in Law has a wicked Sweet and Sour Goose recipe that is absolutely to die for.

I will never forget the first game feast at the Fawdrys.

I was on my best behavior..mostly because I wanted to bang their daughter.

"Sure I will try the Goose...(You fucking"...only to find out that it really is the shit!!

I dove into those birds like ninety...til I broke a tooth on some buckshot....Doh!

Note to self.....


So I don't have to be talked into it at all any more.

In fact I have become a hovering weasel. Gerry seldom eats all of the game that he squirrels away as a result of the fall deer hunt.

Inevitably he ends up handing out roasts,chops,ground venison and all kinds of other goodies.

Huge bonus for me.

Tonight I ripped through a beauty of a Venison Burger grilled outside on the deck in only a sweatshirt.

This weather is unreal.


I have yet to break down and buy a long gun. The only thing stopping me is the fact that the Deer hunt coincides with the fall migration of Steelhead...and as savoury as Bambi is.... I am a fisherman first...
 Besides ... I get it for free anyway.

On top of the Venison I have been finishing off a Moose roast that Gerry cooked up for his B-day party a few days ago.
 That was a first ...but man was it good..even better the following day on a bagel with cream cheese...Sweetness and Light...

I have noticed however that I can hear my neighbours heartbeat from across the back hair has tripled in density... and I have an overwhelming urge to run naked outside and howl at the moon.....

Good thing I have the beer to take the edge off.

Back to work tomorrow for three....


  1. You are a viral blogging hemroid... and a meatatarian. Jebus may he bless you.
    Remember those pepparJack Venison meat sticks Stuhan had on his boat. omg those things were the shit.
    BTW...i'm dying here...don't leave us hangin...did you ever bang his daughter?

  2. I got at least three good runs at 'er...with the mouths to feed to prove it...although the last one looks a little bit like the mailman.

  3. And ..Yes ...Stuhans Venison meat sticks were a religious experience.

  4. I'm loving the regular updates...keep them coming! Now we need to get you some fishy topics.

  5. Whoa. A new blog....and no fish. Damn it.

  6. Been a wee bit tied down with work and other things but Brian and I are heading over to Michigan tomorrow to see if I can remember how to fish.
    My son appears to have handed me his cold and the temps are supposed to be -7 as a high.
    I finally get a few days off and get hamstringed.....stay positive...stay positive