Has anyone ever corned goldeneye breasts?
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Pete McMiller
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I've corned bear, deer, elk, moose and one Canada Goose but no ducks. Of the lot the goose was my least favorite, just way too lean. If I ever did goose again I'd corn it then smoke/dry it and slice really thin like dried beef. I suspect duck might be pretty similar.
Pete McMiller
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I would say "try it with a couple", you never know, it could be your next taste sensation. Personally, I have a much better recipe for GE than corning. My all time favorite game meat for corning is midwest black bear - excellent 👍
Back in 1984 i had a running series of confrontations with a black bear boar from bow season into opening day of gun season. After seeing his scat routinely, it was evident he had a major Ascaris lumbricoides infestation. The one noteworthy sighting was opening day of guns season. I had built a small blind out or blow down debris on a rise near a stream and old beaver pond at this site while in there trapping mink and raccoon along the stream course about a mile in from the woods road I parked on. The area around the blind was riddled with old deer rubs from several years, including currently made copies that indicated a good buck was bedding nearby. Opening mourning I heard a commotion that sounded like something large just hammering through the woods and brush for several seconds prior my getting a look at him for the first time. He must have been spooked by someone to getting him running at full tilt like that. He didn't even break stride when he hit the beaver pond sending a huge splash up as he started to swim across it while I watched from about forty yards away. I passed a couple of small bucks the first two days. Then I never saw a deer after that. I had a couple of traps set and an old sleeping bag stashed in a couple of garbage bags in the blind, so I was obligated to hunt that morning of the last day of our two week gun season. I had a small six point rack with me that I started slamming together when the light improved. I ended-up killing a nice nine point about twenty minutes after my last rattling sequence. I pulled the three traps after gutting the deer to end-up with two mink and a raccoon which I tied onto the buck's neck prior starting to drag him out.. I made a trip out to dump my coat, traps and the sleeping bag and then strip-off my long underwear top to get as cool and light as I could. Nearly three hours later I made it out to the car. I ended-up slinging the buck up across the hood at the base of windshield on my VW Rabbit, because I couldn't get him in through the hatchback. Ran into that bear again on the main sand road while I was leaving...View attachment Mackinaw Straits 001.jpg
Vince Pagliaroli
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RL,
Now I'm distracted from the question...
That's a mighty fine brute of a buck.
The tenderloins had to be large and DEEEElicous.
Who needs corned GE? [
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But I do appreciate wanting to give it a try, and "waste not, want not."
As for bears, I give em wide birth and never ever trust em.
There is a very good article concerning bears in the current Sporting Classics Magazine.
VP
Now I'm distracted from the question...
That's a mighty fine brute of a buck.
The tenderloins had to be large and DEEEElicous.
Who needs corned GE? [
]But I do appreciate wanting to give it a try, and "waste not, want not."
As for bears, I give em wide birth and never ever trust em.
There is a very good article concerning bears in the current Sporting Classics Magazine.
VP
He had zero hair left on his spine in an eight inch swath from about six inches up from the bottom of his rib cage from the drag.
I won't get anywhere near bear meat without surgical gloves on until it has been parboiled.. That bear had a decided preference for sour apple piles. I would find a nice big Ascarid nematode sitting in his pile of scat. I wear shoulder length gauntleted gloves when skinning them. IF they are packed in ice well skinning isn't too big a pain, other than constantly having to re-sharpen knives. IF they are warm the sub-cutaneous fat layer makes them a real PITA. That buck weighed 208lb with his lower legs missing below the joint two days after I got him out to hang. I was so whipped from dragging him out that. I've taken one other buck that was heavier, but I lost most of it to a pack of wolves, despite wrapping the head in my sweat impregnated shirt and "marking the kill site after I got him hung and slugged through the last of my water.. I shot him free-hand into a nasty wind at all of 91 yards while he was the second of two bucks following an estrus doe down the side of a burn on the edge of burn that formed a small indent in the edge of a cedar swamp. He bucked at the shot and broke across the burn running slowly and hunched-up while I desperately tried to get a second shot at him before him went back into the cedars on the other side of the burn which was mostly standing water. I blew too much time trying to sort out tracks with barely any blood on dry land after waiting a half-hour prior taking-up his track. I found wolf tracks when he crossed an old beaver dam, under his tracks. When I hung him I couldn't find a decent sized tree to strip one side clear to then hang him...why I used the sweaty shirt. I had not cellphone signal down there so I couldn't tell Karen I would be late...got chewed-out big time for showing-up one night just prior midnight after I got lost in the Leisner Creek swamp and had to hitch hike back to Marquette, after my now former hunting partner gave up on me and left.
Just trying to make GEs eat better than they do... Here is the longest solo drag deer I ever shot. I shot him about 9:40AM while still hunting along the western edge of a clear-cut.. I started dragging him out just before 11:00AM
After hanging him for a little over an hour while I found a way through the boulders along the lower quarter of the Horse Race rapids to get out the the right skidder road, drove back to camp and had a snack of fresh pasta and an orange juice chaser prior grabbing my lantern and deer drag form the supply tent to go back and get him. I could hear the coyotes yipping back where his gut pile was when I started back out with him in tow to the truck. We arrived back at camp around 200AM to be greeted by my two hunting partners who had gone to the bar..View attachment 001.jpg
I won't get anywhere near bear meat without surgical gloves on until it has been parboiled.. That bear had a decided preference for sour apple piles. I would find a nice big Ascarid nematode sitting in his pile of scat. I wear shoulder length gauntleted gloves when skinning them. IF they are packed in ice well skinning isn't too big a pain, other than constantly having to re-sharpen knives. IF they are warm the sub-cutaneous fat layer makes them a real PITA. That buck weighed 208lb with his lower legs missing below the joint two days after I got him out to hang. I was so whipped from dragging him out that. I've taken one other buck that was heavier, but I lost most of it to a pack of wolves, despite wrapping the head in my sweat impregnated shirt and "marking the kill site after I got him hung and slugged through the last of my water.. I shot him free-hand into a nasty wind at all of 91 yards while he was the second of two bucks following an estrus doe down the side of a burn on the edge of burn that formed a small indent in the edge of a cedar swamp. He bucked at the shot and broke across the burn running slowly and hunched-up while I desperately tried to get a second shot at him before him went back into the cedars on the other side of the burn which was mostly standing water. I blew too much time trying to sort out tracks with barely any blood on dry land after waiting a half-hour prior taking-up his track. I found wolf tracks when he crossed an old beaver dam, under his tracks. When I hung him I couldn't find a decent sized tree to strip one side clear to then hang him...why I used the sweaty shirt. I had not cellphone signal down there so I couldn't tell Karen I would be late...got chewed-out big time for showing-up one night just prior midnight after I got lost in the Leisner Creek swamp and had to hitch hike back to Marquette, after my now former hunting partner gave up on me and left.
Just trying to make GEs eat better than they do... Here is the longest solo drag deer I ever shot. I shot him about 9:40AM while still hunting along the western edge of a clear-cut.. I started dragging him out just before 11:00AM
After hanging him for a little over an hour while I found a way through the boulders along the lower quarter of the Horse Race rapids to get out the the right skidder road, drove back to camp and had a snack of fresh pasta and an orange juice chaser prior grabbing my lantern and deer drag form the supply tent to go back and get him. I could hear the coyotes yipping back where his gut pile was when I started back out with him in tow to the truck. We arrived back at camp around 200AM to be greeted by my two hunting partners who had gone to the bar..View attachment 001.jpg
Vince Pagliaroli
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I hear thee RL.
For many a deer season as a still hunter, the high point was/is the drag out. No matter what it took, or how long, it is most rewarding. Yer not on the clock, and have prepared for the task at hand.
Not that I'm older. "Can I get the deer out?" Dictates if I take the shot, or not.
In the age of cell phones, ATV's and UTV's it just does not feel right, even though it is practical. IMO it takes the primal factor out of the experience.
Old ways of doing things as taught, tend to stick with some of us. For better, or worse.
I'm at the point now that each year I ask, "Is this the last drag?"
For many a deer season as a still hunter, the high point was/is the drag out. No matter what it took, or how long, it is most rewarding. Yer not on the clock, and have prepared for the task at hand.
Not that I'm older. "Can I get the deer out?" Dictates if I take the shot, or not.
In the age of cell phones, ATV's and UTV's it just does not feel right, even though it is practical. IMO it takes the primal factor out of the experience.
Old ways of doing things as taught, tend to stick with some of us. For better, or worse.
I'm at the point now that each year I ask, "Is this the last drag?"
Carl, I know a guy who missed a massive moose shooting off a boulder his son had paddled him to for a less than 150yard shot. Why? He was so wound-up that they could simply buck-up that trophy moose on the shore and paddle it back to their pole camp. Mike was shooting pics from the canoe. He has a full chronology of the hunt...and the miss. They eat quite well and are worth the effort. Elk, Moose, and then caribou on the "good eats" progression.
Karen and I were doing some spring scouting for an eleven point we hunted for three years. His home range was near a series of three old beaver flowages that drained down hill to the Sturgeon River. For some reason mature bucks up here tend to gravitate to these cover blocks where mature northern hardwoods, lowland conifers, and grassed-in beaver meadows converge. When we got in there it had started snowing hard. As the snow backed-off it revealed three moose which diverted our attention completely for the next hour or so. We have about 400 animals scattered across the central and western UP, with another pod of around 100 in the far eastern UP that migrated across the St. Marys River from St. Joseph Island, where they have a major winter yard.
Karen and I were doing some spring scouting for an eleven point we hunted for three years. His home range was near a series of three old beaver flowages that drained down hill to the Sturgeon River. For some reason mature bucks up here tend to gravitate to these cover blocks where mature northern hardwoods, lowland conifers, and grassed-in beaver meadows converge. When we got in there it had started snowing hard. As the snow backed-off it revealed three moose which diverted our attention completely for the next hour or so. We have about 400 animals scattered across the central and western UP, with another pod of around 100 in the far eastern UP that migrated across the St. Marys River from St. Joseph Island, where they have a major winter yard.