tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19397029.post3375404969803709451..comments2023-10-31T07:33:02.624-06:00Comments on Chris's Coop: How Not To Pluck A DuckChristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06516090767487411166noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19397029.post-44179256452796566342008-11-01T10:55:00.000-06:002008-11-01T10:55:00.000-06:00I think I would have flung the duck right into his...I think I would have flung the duck right into his face! Very very funny story and such very good writing! I really love your writing Christine!Bientjehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09714698938547172233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19397029.post-62095897687647920962008-10-29T12:34:00.000-06:002008-10-29T12:34:00.000-06:00LOL...that was pretty good. I had no idea that you...LOL...that was pretty good. I had no idea that you pluck ducks without plunging them. But then, I would have looked at anyone bringing me ducks to pluck with a look that would have dropped them dead, haha.<BR/>I went duck hunting with my father once. We sat in a blind in the water wearing waders and waited for what seemed like forever, for nothing to ever happen. Then on the way home he killed a squirrel. He nailed it to the tree by its tail and skinned it, something that seemed almost normal at the time. My father hunted all the time and we were very used to eating game, but thank goodness I never had to pluck anything. I can barely stand to handle chicken as it is. I have already told my mom that she cannot die because I need her here to cut up my chickens when I buy them whole. (she's a farm girl)The Invisible Mohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03107206868621716874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19397029.post-84667256746017191882008-10-28T23:27:00.000-06:002008-10-28T23:27:00.000-06:00That was hilarious Chris! I love the way you write...That was hilarious Chris! I love the way you write. I had never heard that story before. I think I would have done the same thing.Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08703116506521270483noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19397029.post-19202395703844829302008-10-28T22:48:00.000-06:002008-10-28T22:48:00.000-06:00I had my mom (and my dad both in attendance the fi...I had my mom (and my dad both in attendance the first time I ever cleaned a duck. O don't remember ever plucking a duck. I remember watching mom do it. Some of the guys my dad worked with loved to hunt with their sons. They got a lot more birds than they could use so started bringing them to us. At first mom plucked, then she skinned as that is faster, finally she skinned and removed the breast and let the rest of it go. She browned the breasts and bottled them. I remember eating some really good noodle soup made with bottled duck or pheasant breast.Evehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11072209113562315120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19397029.post-3365967707472832412008-10-28T14:02:00.000-06:002008-10-28T14:02:00.000-06:00I am so glad there are no hunters in my family. T...I am so glad there are no hunters in my family. There is no way anyone would bring a dead animal to me and expect me to clean it. And that includes fish. I am all for the 'You caught it, you clean it' policy. 'And do it before you come home.' Maybe that's why my ancestors never went any further than the Chesapeake Bay.Fluffyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15386529290870753890noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19397029.post-57224543684537220502008-10-27T16:26:00.000-06:002008-10-27T16:26:00.000-06:00Giggles!I think November is your season Christine,...Giggles!<BR/>I think November is your season Christine, never read funnier posts than last year on Nablo, and this one! Loved it!<BR/>I once had a close encounter with a duck like that too, but I doubt if I can write a post like that!Jientjehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14133675047491618720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19397029.post-63741316650968018852008-10-27T13:57:00.000-06:002008-10-27T13:57:00.000-06:00Oh man.. I had to FORCE myself beyond "pluck the d...Oh man.. I had to FORCE myself beyond "pluck the ducks." <BR/><BR/>I would have cried before he even left the house!Momisodeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06752015177628948631noreply@blogger.com