Southern (Shelby) Fried Wild Turkey or Pheasant
I didn’t start cooking hardcore until about 5 years ago and if you ask my husband Chris he will tell you that I was an amazing chef from the start. NOT. When we first got married the only things I really knew how to cook was spaghetti and pizza rolls. Growing up I really didn’t show much interest in learning how to cook new things or venture out and cook things for myself; I usually just left that up to my parents to decide. Into year two of our marriage is when I really started trying different foods, Southern food that is. Being raised in the south by two Yankees from Pittsburgh, I didn’t see collard greens and turnips at my house. My husband Chris was constantly cooking greens, cornbread, pot roast, fresh fried fish…treats that I was definitely not accustom to and after some time he warmed me up to trying everything. I was over whelmed with the simple, easy recipes and just how good they tasted! Collard greens are my absolute favorite vegetable now. Once I decided to branch out and try new recipes I found that the simpler the recipe, the better the taste. Now, coming up on our 4th wedding anniversary, Chris might tell you I am a little better cook then at the beginning. (At least I hope he does ha!) One of my most requested recipes from family and friends is my fried turkey. This recipe stems from my Papa, Carson Sweeney. I have added a couple ingredients of my own as well. I also use this very same recipe to fry up pheasants as well. Both equally delicious! During this write up I will be using pheasants due to the fact that I used up all my turkey already. These pheasants were shot by Chris and I this past season in Kansas. So here we go… Continue reading “Shelby Fried Pheasant”
A day truly hand painted by God himself. I am very blessed to have been apart of such a special moment. Thank you to my Dad for taking all the videos. Without him, I wouldn’t have be able to put together this little piece together. Here is a look back on Melissa and Justin’s day! Congratulations y’all! ❤️ Enjoy!
To be apart of your day means so much to me! The friendship we share is one some go a lifetime trying to find. Alden, you are amazing and I am so blessed to call you my best friend. Congratulations to you and David! God knew exactly what he was doing when we put y’all together! I love you both so much! Here’s to y’all!!! Mr. And Mrs. Dewhirst 3.25.17 !
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Tips for reeling in a saltwater giant from a charter boat wife herself.
(Photo by: Paige Tashik)
(Photo by: Hunter Forbes)
First and foremost, The Gulf of Mexico is NOT an ocean. I repeat the Gulf is NOT an ocean. When you grow up 10 minutes from the sugar sand beaches of Destin, Florida you become quite accustom with the craziness that summer time brings. Summertime here means lots of sunscreen, pina-coladas, neon shirts and tourist. All though the beaches are like being on an exotic island the best part of Destin, Florida resides just beyond the rocks of the east and west jetty.
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Well duck season has officially come to an end. I’m very thankful for all the hard work that Duck Boy, Jordy, Al, Cory, and Chris Green put in to make such great hunts come together. Hard work does pay off. Without them my camera damn sure wouldn’t get as much use out of it. Sad she had to come to an end but happy to be able to look back on all of it and smile! Here’s a little something to wrap up our last week of the season. Kansas, you have my heart! Y’all enjoy!
Here’s a little something, something from my first snow goose hunt ever! We were lucky enough to find a brother from another mother, Chris Green, with Migration X Outfitters. Chris let us tag along for an awesome hunt! I miss you North Dakota!!! Y’all enjoy!! Thanks for watching ❤
There is a man who I call duck boy. He is tall, dark, and handsome. He has a chiseled jawline that makes panties fall off. He is strong. He is kind. He is smart. He is right with God.
What most people see is that duck boy likes to duck hunt. Duh. But what y’all don’t see is how much he puts into each and every hunt. From hours on end of scouting and scouting looking for the perfect field, pond, river, levee whatever it may be to set up on. The misconception of our pictures is that we have a guide or pay to hunt on some plantation loaded with fowl. Well we don’t. And one thing it takes to free lance hunt is Drive.
Like Miss Belle on the trail of a wounded duck, Chris will not stop. He will NEVER stop. His drive to find birds for that perfect hunt is incredible. He won’t stop until he finds what he’s looking for. When I’m tired and half dead in the passenger seat ready to go home, he’s still driving. Looking, scouting, finding…
Without duck boy my soul would be incomplete. My duck hunts would most definitely fall short. Along with letting me be apart of his hunts, he always makes sure I’m happy.
On December 15th, 2016 Chris called in a group of 150 Canadian geese into our spread. One of the honkers was so close I thought he was going to land on my blind. After we shot and we’re done hoopin and hollerin…he looked at me and said, “You happy baby?” I couldn’t even speak. Then he said, “You said you wanted a goose hunt. How’s that for a goose hunt?” Smiling that sly Chris Kirby smile.
Yes, I am the luckiest girl in the world. There are not enough “thank yous” in the world to tell him how much I appreciate all his hard work and devotion.
God made Duck Boy just for me❤️
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