Shelby Fried Pheasant

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”

Gadwall Smack Down

Well after lots of scouting, we came across a pond 15 minutes from where we were staying. We pulled up on a hill and there she was…a secret little duck hide away you couldn’t see from the main road. After glassing it with some binocs, I’m guessing there was about 800 ducks sitting on it. Mostly gadwalls and mallards 😍 After drooling for 10 minutes we set out to find out who owned it. A lady in the house over the hill directed us back out on the main highway to another house. We pulled in and there was a huge John Deere steady working behind the barn. We parked walked over and when we reached the tractor a sweet man named Nathan opened the door. He told us it was his Dad’s pond and we were more then welcome to hunt it. We invited him to come with us and he said he had never even been duck hunting before 😱 We told him he was sitting on a gold mine and convinced him to join us the following morning. Very cool! He said that he didn’t get many breaks from the farm and with the government the way it is, farmers have taken a huge hit. “There just isn’t a lot of money in farming anymore with all the restrictions but we still work very hard to keep up.” My heart broke when he said that. All in all, my respect for Nathan and all the other hardworking farmers out there grew even more and made me look forward even more to the next morning hunt.

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