19 thoughts on “With Red-Eye Gravy? Lip smacking good!”
Chicken of the tree.
T you win innerwebz comment of the day.
Meat isles? Is that a little isle like Gilligan’s, where you go to hook up with lonely Vegan 🌱 anti-meat protestors? I thought that you preferred Salvation Army women?
Maybe the meme creator is a Floridian. I think there were isles, or at least islets, in a lot of stores in Fort Myers recently.
I’ve eaten my share of gray squirrel. Good eatin’ no matter the gravy.
They’re still tree rats, though. 🙂
Yup. A rat with a fancy suit is still a rat.
As Jerry Pournelle like to say, “They’re rats with better PR.”
The tree rat in the pic above is a Fox Squirrel. Never had one of those in the pot.
“Chicken of The Tree” is what they call gila monsters down in Florida!
It’s illegal to hunt the little Tree Rats in Washington State.
Un-freaking- believable but true.
I tried looking up Squirrel hunting regulations. That’s what I found.
It’s no wonder the little jokers are so fearless around here.
People get hungry, they will say fuck you insilly and the law and shoot the little tree rats
.177
Nuff said.
Empty water bottle taped on the end of a 22 rifle. Use low velocity 29 grain 22 shorts. They come out of my single shot at 844 fps and I am running a Holosun red dot that is sighted at 30 feet. If the bullet goes all the way through it has lost all of its power.
My neighbor cut all of his pine trees in his back yard 3 years ago. We are on one acre lots and my Squirrel population doubled overnight where they were chewing on everything. In a 3 hour period I killed 18 one afternoon from an upstairs bedroom window.
.20 cal. Sheridan pellet rifle.
Silent and deadly. Inside of 30 yards is all good. These little Red Devils we have here would take 5 to equal one gray. But, they will take over and destroy all your outside things if you don’t keep ahead of them.
Already have one, Phil.
Squirrel is good, but it takes a bunch of them to make a meal. They are a real pain to skin too.
dad used to pull the skin up on the back of them, slip his knife in
to make the hole large enough for his fingers to hook into
pull to the ends. then cut off the feet and head. slit the belly, pull out the guts. he used to skin and gut one under 2 minutes each.
and stop at the hose outside the kitchen to rinse them off before
going in and giving them to grandma. I used to love it when we went down in the fall. but I like her rabbit a lot better though.
she used to bake them with some kind of honey glaze on them.
just thinking about it is making my mouth water again.
get a 2by 4 and prop it up against a tree at a 45 degree angle. put 4-6 snares on it
wait till the afternoon, say 4 pm. get dinner. something my uncle did every fall
like now back in eastern KY. most I ever saw on the damn snare board was 5
he used to lean them against tree that lined his corn fields.
that man always had “game” in his fridge. we went down one time before Xmas and he was out trying to get something for the table. well he did. nice 4 point buck
(out of season ) with a slug. one big problem though. he only grazed the deer
and while trying to hang it, it woke up. he called my dad to come over before
trying this. when we got to the barn, uncle Ken was on one end of the rope and the deer was on the other end trying like hell to get away. all the time uncle ken
was trying to cut his throat. funny as hell for a minute or so though.
dad cut the deer throat while holding on to one of the points. the deer bled out fast after that. wasn’t much left over after Xmas dinner.
my dad used to bring it up every now and then just to watch his brother get mad.
and then end up laughing with him about it. him and dad used to run shine back in the day. dad never did explain how he got the money back in 1931 to buy that
1928 dodge. such questions where not asked.
Fascinating life you have there Dave. I want to here more some day around a fire with our favorite libation in hand.
my dad had the life, I was lucky enough to be around for some of it though. you have no idea how often I wished
we lived back there where my dad grew up when I was a kid.
sad to say, most of that area is gone now. they put route 64
thru my one uncle’s farm. granted the state paid him a lot of money for it. I miss the old place. what once where hillside
farms are now small home lots and gas stations/stores
after they put the highway in.
Chicken of the tree.
T you win innerwebz comment of the day.
Meat isles? Is that a little isle like Gilligan’s, where you go to hook up with lonely Vegan 🌱 anti-meat protestors? I thought that you preferred Salvation Army women?
Maybe the meme creator is a Floridian. I think there were isles, or at least islets, in a lot of stores in Fort Myers recently.
I’ve eaten my share of gray squirrel. Good eatin’ no matter the gravy.
They’re still tree rats, though. 🙂
Yup. A rat with a fancy suit is still a rat.
As Jerry Pournelle like to say, “They’re rats with better PR.”
The tree rat in the pic above is a Fox Squirrel. Never had one of those in the pot.
“Chicken of The Tree” is what they call gila monsters down in Florida!
It’s illegal to hunt the little Tree Rats in Washington State.
Un-freaking- believable but true.
I tried looking up Squirrel hunting regulations. That’s what I found.
It’s no wonder the little jokers are so fearless around here.
People get hungry, they will say fuck you insilly and the law and shoot the little tree rats
.177
Nuff said.
Empty water bottle taped on the end of a 22 rifle. Use low velocity 29 grain 22 shorts. They come out of my single shot at 844 fps and I am running a Holosun red dot that is sighted at 30 feet. If the bullet goes all the way through it has lost all of its power.
My neighbor cut all of his pine trees in his back yard 3 years ago. We are on one acre lots and my Squirrel population doubled overnight where they were chewing on everything. In a 3 hour period I killed 18 one afternoon from an upstairs bedroom window.
.20 cal. Sheridan pellet rifle.
Silent and deadly. Inside of 30 yards is all good. These little Red Devils we have here would take 5 to equal one gray. But, they will take over and destroy all your outside things if you don’t keep ahead of them.
Already have one, Phil.
Squirrel is good, but it takes a bunch of them to make a meal. They are a real pain to skin too.
dad used to pull the skin up on the back of them, slip his knife in
to make the hole large enough for his fingers to hook into
pull to the ends. then cut off the feet and head. slit the belly, pull out the guts. he used to skin and gut one under 2 minutes each.
and stop at the hose outside the kitchen to rinse them off before
going in and giving them to grandma. I used to love it when we went down in the fall. but I like her rabbit a lot better though.
she used to bake them with some kind of honey glaze on them.
just thinking about it is making my mouth water again.
get a 2by 4 and prop it up against a tree at a 45 degree angle. put 4-6 snares on it
wait till the afternoon, say 4 pm. get dinner. something my uncle did every fall
like now back in eastern KY. most I ever saw on the damn snare board was 5
he used to lean them against tree that lined his corn fields.
that man always had “game” in his fridge. we went down one time before Xmas and he was out trying to get something for the table. well he did. nice 4 point buck
(out of season ) with a slug. one big problem though. he only grazed the deer
and while trying to hang it, it woke up. he called my dad to come over before
trying this. when we got to the barn, uncle Ken was on one end of the rope and the deer was on the other end trying like hell to get away. all the time uncle ken
was trying to cut his throat. funny as hell for a minute or so though.
dad cut the deer throat while holding on to one of the points. the deer bled out fast after that. wasn’t much left over after Xmas dinner.
my dad used to bring it up every now and then just to watch his brother get mad.
and then end up laughing with him about it. him and dad used to run shine back in the day. dad never did explain how he got the money back in 1931 to buy that
1928 dodge. such questions where not asked.
Fascinating life you have there Dave. I want to here more some day around a fire with our favorite libation in hand.
my dad had the life, I was lucky enough to be around for some of it though. you have no idea how often I wished
we lived back there where my dad grew up when I was a kid.
sad to say, most of that area is gone now. they put route 64
thru my one uncle’s farm. granted the state paid him a lot of money for it. I miss the old place. what once where hillside
farms are now small home lots and gas stations/stores
after they put the highway in.